I didn’t feel like doing much today.
It was a day for sitting doing nothing, so it was an ideal time to do a wee job that I have meaning to do for a long time.
There were a couple of little irksome things about my PC that, well, irked me, and I have been meaning to do a fresh install of the operating system. It’s the kind of job where I can just feed the odd CD into the machine and then daydream while it does its work.
My machine has two partitions. One contains the operating system, and the other contains my data. A system restore usually formats the first one but leaves the other alone. So I carefully copied all the really important stuff onto the second space and started the job.
I had a fine afternoon daydreaming while my laptop gave happy reassuring messages about how well it was doing. Eventually it finished and rebooted.
I went to load up my antivirus and Firefox and all the essential stuff that I had saved on the data area.
The fucking machine had erased both partitions!
I’m back up and running now, and I’m not getting any of those irritating messages which had been irking me for some time. I had to download my Avast, my Firefox and my Thunderbird, and luckily I had a backup of all their settings.
I have been doing a little mental audit of what I have lost though.
All my sound files are nicely stored on my Sat Nav so no problem there.
I have lost a moxey load of photographs that I had taken recently. I can live with that though.
There were some statistics that I had been gathering for a while now. They’re gone. Knickers!
Worst of all though, The Book is gone. All of it. Not a trace is left.
Back to square one….