We are making progress! The new external hard drive appeared 'as if by magic' today (well actually via my daft postman who still wont come into the garden if he knows the dogs out - lol.
So I have plugged it in, checked it all works hunky dory and now don't think I want to put anything on that one either in case I drop the bugger... hmmm quandary that one.
So other than that, I have been a productive bunny once again. Trawled the jobs websites, applying for yet another 6 jobs of which I will probably not even get a sodding courteous email to say "sorry, no thanks". Also trundled through the first part of an on-line application which is 'testing' my capabilities. Not that I mind these things but even if I am not suitable, will I get any feedback after the event as to maybe why I don't get the job? I bloody doubt it.
Other odd events of the day - 'his nibs' has turned up this evening requesting to 'borrow' my bath, all very well as long as he returns it :) No, just seems odd I normally only see him on Wednesday & Sunday nights so am wondering as to why he's hiding here all of a sudden.
I'm sure at some point he will tell me - but I doubt that as well.
Oh such an optimist this evening!
Probably due to preparing for yet another JSA sodding meeting tomorrow morning... brace yourselves tracksuit gang, incoming!
Fuck it, I'm going to bed.
After about a week of desperatly trying to recover stuff from the somewhat buggered external hard drive last night it finally gave up the ghost.
Fortunately I had managed to copy all that was really important from it (namely Dad photos and such like) but finally had to give up and format it with the remaining crap on it. This in itself has surprised me as the once 160gb drive seems to have now decided to only be a 90GB one, not that I am likely to trust it after its wee trauma.
The new one as ordered on eBay still hasn't arrived as yet but this will give me time to do what I do best - anally organise everything into categories and such guff (there must be someone out there who could use an anal computer filing type person?!?!)
I am actually quite impressed at just how long the little thing hung in there before it completely went tits. Could have lost a lot more than what I did. In fact gave me a good reason to ditch a load of tat too which in all fairness I should have deleted long ago anyway.
On the plans for the day, A couple have just been to buy my old 3 piece suite... I have managed to 'cram' all of my spare duvets and pillows "into" the new sofa beds which has cured the storage problem from when I had them stuffed behind one of the chairs lol and also puffed up the sofas to a squidgy consistency lol
So now I will stop, have a cup of tea and contemplate hoovering the living room now that I can get into it again!
It's all go, I'm already knackered and its only 10AM!
Evidently I have found out that one of the other residents in my quiet, 'arse end of nowhere' cul de sac is for want of a better word - a complete cunt.
The reason for this blatant name calling? This morning I received a letter from the local council, with reference to the fence I put up t'out front' ohhh, 8 months ago? Actually to call this a fence is a blatant lie. It's actually 6' trellis of which 3 panels of the thing are on the very front of my boundary. So to say that this was a light blocking eyesore would just be taking the piss. It was just to replace the original hedge (which I would like to point out was actually 8' high) that I just got fed up with having to trim being the lazy sod that I am. And the reason I picked trellis was to be able to grow such things as honeysuckle to look pretty, smell nice during summer and still let some light through. Awwww.
So the letter, which of course is very polite and states "It has been brought to our attention" In other words some nice neighbour has pretty much grassed me up - that the trellis/fence is over the permitted 1m height and anything over this would require planning permission. I have two options. I could telephone them and request to put in an application for said fence, or I could just cut the bugger down to 1m high. To save the the whole bollocks of trying to get the council to do anything in a hurry, I have chosen the latter and just trotted off with my trusty circular saw and lopped the top off.
It's actually really handy as I had intended on doing something similar round the back to piss off next door and now I have some extra trellis to get me started! Yay!
So I have two possible culprits of said 'cunt' ;
First contender is the person who lives at No 1 and my reason for being suspicious of them is in the last week they have also ripped their hedge out and replaced it with a fence 'ironically' just around 1m high... hmmm did they intend on a nice high one then get scuppered when asking the council the rules? A very high possibility me thinks.
Or there is contender no 2, who in all fairness I ALWAYS slap on my 'guilty' list because he just is a cunt anyway - and a two faced one at that.
This is my immediate next door neighbour. Annoying thing about this bloke is his wife is really nice, so why she puts up with this whinging tosser for I'll never know. And the reason I'm thinking it could possibly be be him is that bloke will moan about anything as long as he has a hole in his arse.
I really do actually secretly hope it was him because "as by instructions in the letter" I have only reduced the FRONT bit down to 1m and the bit which could possibly have annoyed 'him next door, is still quite happily at 6' high and does not come under the rules and regulations... heh heh. Slap that up your arse sideways.
Either way it placed quite a dent in my day of "STILL transferring stuff from the ronnied hard drive" with all these shenanigans and also riled me up quite a bit. I will however have a giggle as next week I am going to our first neighbourhood residents meeting and i for one will not even mention the fence, and if anyone does ask I will just say that it was blocking the sun out of my front windows so needed to be trimmed.... see what the thick shits make of that stupid answer.
So now, back to the relentless transfer of which I am maybe 1/2 way through now? Well if i learn one thing this week its don't drop your bloody hard drive on the floor but am ever grateful its hasn't completely bollocksed up and lost everything.
This whole Freecycle/cheapcycle is getting even more addictive.
Today I am replacing my 3 piece suite (3 seater sofa and 2 chairs) with two 3 seater sofa beds (well 3 seater if you have an arse the size of a small gnat)
Not that I have paid for a sofa in my life, always managed to either have someone feel sorry for me and donate one or if I remember correctly Mum & Dad bought the first one for me when I moved in here (oh dear god it was an ugly moose of a thing but very functional.)
Not to break the tradition I am once again getting a second hand one BUT FREE! and the only bad point was if I didn't managed to wangle a friend (on this occasion my old boss) with a big van it would have been two trips on the roof rack of the poor little old scenic. Car was saved, HP came through with a 7.5 tonne truck - with a tail lift... bargain.
The reason for the change was rather random but made aware to me when Widge came to visit a few months back. If on the rare occasions I have visitors, nine times out of ten due to being out in the arse end of nowhere they stay over because of either distance or drinking. That's all very well and good but because I I feel guilty trying to make them sleep on my futon sofa bed in the spare room as, to be honest it's the dogs bed for when I am on the computer.
That and the fact because its a futon bloody rock hard!
So with this in mind and the fact that Widgey has dodgy joints I let her have my nice comfy bed for her stay and I slept on the main sofa, no, even I would bother with that futon!
So on seeing the advert for two metal action sofa beds decided to pop round yesterday to have a look. They really are perfect for the size of my living room, also the fact they have removable covers so I can make myself a new set in whatever fabric I desire - superb!
So today, I am meeting said HP with truck to go and collect them! hoorah!
Doubt I will be quite as excited as I was with my new fridge freezer but then they are not here yet... give me time :)
As daft as it sounds I have had an emotional rollercoaster of a couple of days all due to me being a complete idiot.
I managed to knock my external hard drive off the shelf and as things do after being bounced on the bloody floor it went into meltdown mode. Not long after I joined it.
I spent hours trying to get the main PC to recognise it (nope) then tried my hardest to get the laptop to help me in my rather upsetting quest.
The reason for my utter panic was this WAS my backup of pretty much everything and like a tit hadn't gotten round to putting a lot of it onto CD yet.
Whilst my little old laptop was chugging whirring and farting doing a chk disk on it, I kept thinking to myself what was actually on the bloody thing and getting very tearful. Not only all the pictures of Dad, family and nutty dog but ridiculous stuff like my current CV of which I really couldn't be arsed to re-do again...
After about 6 hours the laptop finally came up with the goods and once again computers were seeing the bloody thing but because its still not really very happy its taking an age to transfer stuff over onto the main computer again (which I am still doing today file by file)
Then, just in case that wasn't enough, because the hard drive does keep locking on occasion I do have to keep re-booting said main desktop PC and this morning when I did - typed in the windows password and it wouldn't accept it! As hard as I tried it was not having a bar of it. Figured it could possibly be the keyboard not playing the game so jumped into the loft to get a spare to try. 6 bloody keyboards up there and is one of the a USB connected one? Nope.
Did I have one of those little converter things? Nope.I was getting really miffed by now.
I decided to try to "break into" the main computer by bypassing the password option. Finally found a way to get round it by booting up the laptop and getting info from a very kind 'geek' on the web... hoorah, at least I was back in and had removed the password completly.
Just to test it was the bloody keyboard - opened a word document and tried typing the alphabet. Not only was the caps lock reversing everything but it wasn't letting me type any numbers at all not even when trying that back to front as well... OK proof the keyboard has had one too many bits of tobacco dropped into it.
Toddled off into the local staples store (its the closest and I really didn't fancy going right into the city) bought a new keyboard (bargain (£6.99) and also spotted a couple of other bits and bobs that would be handy.
Home again and I now have a working keyboard (well one that doesnt actually type how I think) and again I am file by file transferring stuff off the hard drive onto the main PC.
I would say that I have had a good day but I would be a fucking liar if I said that.
I would say that after returning home Friday I managed to sit back, rest a little bit and regain any sort of body strength after the week working at big sisters. No such bloody luck.
We returned late Friday night, managed to wind some cod and chips into us, well needed they were, then even on arriving home I unpacked and got the first load in the washing machine ready to hang it out in the morning. Blimey.
So then the morning came and I wasn't very impressed as my first night back in my nice big comfy bed was ruined buy some really horrible nightmares, two of which woke me up... grrrr
Even so, I hung out the washing, slapped in the second load and made a concious effort to make sure I put everything away quick smart so as not to be tripping over crap all day. Then toddled off into the garden to see what a week away would have killed in the veggie patch and green house. Hmmm not too bad. The greenhouse was due cutting down and back so did all that, then tended to some baby beetroot & carrots by re-planting slightly more spread out in the gaps to allow it to get bigger than "baby sized".
Then, feeling productive decided that I really should cut the grass seeing as it was at that length that makes the poor old petrol mower splutter like a bastard - phew! Just where is all this energy coming from? Then... just to top it off started filling up the boiler house near the front door with firewood from the bottom shed ready for winter woodburner. Had a quick chat with next door neighbours whilst pottering about then in for the evening for a rest. Did manage to get to sleep earlier due to being tired but knew I was getting up early this morning for the "Mumsie would like to - today" stint.
Crafty sod my Mum sometimes bless her (I can see where I get it from now lol) Today was supposed to be a trip to Aldi as they were selling some CCTV cameras (yep, I will be putting those up at some point too) But seeing as I could also do with some stuff figured it would be handy. But on returning back to hers was cunningly roped into moving the freezer into the shed, pulling down the old cupboards cleaning gaps then fitting new units (of which two we needed to go to Wickes to get?!?!?! hmmmm sneaky old bugger.
It was all sorted though, as for payment I was fed which isn't ever a bad thing :)
Now home again I have realised I have a wonderful appointment with the job centre again tomorrow...urgh now that I will need some serious energy to stop me turning brain dead within 5 minutes of walking in the door.
And just to make it that much worse... 'His nibs' is still away at training for another week...
Mutter mutter
Well we have just had day three of "death to the garden" down in Banbury. Big sister not only now has trellis around the garden on the wall, hardly any bloody plants left and to be honest a huge garden from what it started out as. On the plus side however it does seem to have cured my insomnia spell I was a tadge troubled with. So bloody knackered of an evening since being here I have pretty much been fast asleep but 10pm every night. Cant be bad!
Good news for tomorrow, we will be spending the day actually pottering about out and about in Banbury. Seems there are many photogenic places to me to wander about with ones wee digital camera to get a bit of 'training' in for. Daft really. I brought all my diploma paperwork with me to plod through in the quiet moments. However all the quiet moments spent here so far have just been spent sleeping in! Talking of sleeping, I'm just about to once again do a quick job check then toddle off to bed again due to hardly being able to keep my eyes open!
All go still here at Horsley hall.
