The teenagers confiscated my laptop this week for knocking all of theirs off-line. I didn't mean to. Besides, we already had a dodgy connection, that's why I got the Mr. Fix-It guy out in the first place, wasn't it?
He was a proper darling too, he even upgraded my router for free - how's that for service? So seeing as how he was so
Anyway, all's well now - this morning our Mr. Fix-It guy did that second trip over he had hoped to leave out, and managed to put it all right once again. Seems the security settings were set too high for the older laptops to cope with. Must say, I am well impressed with the service, he came out within a half hour of my call, and I haven't been charged a penny for either visit! In fact, I was so impressed, I decided I'd ring his boss-man to tell him.
The last thing I meant to do was get him in trouble.
Seems he's not allowed to give out free routers willy-nilly, and he's certainly not meant to be frittering his time away by setting up my security levels, never mind throwing in all these free call outs.
(Good thing I never got around to mentioning how grateful I am about him cleaning up the hard drives, eh?)
Poor lad. I feel terrible now.
But I do seem to be jinxed as far as machinery goes, and you can bet your sweet arse that whenever anything does go wrong, it's always got to be on the week when hubby is on the mainland.
Take that car I scraped in the college car park the other week. Okay, I suspected it was my fault, 'cos it was parked up and empty when I hit it. The woman who initially flew down the steps, in readiness to launch herself across my bonnet, well, she turned out to be really decent in the end. I got out and apologised profusely, we swapped phone numbers, and we've had several long conversations since. Turns out her brother works in a paint spray shop, and will fix it up for free. I'm taking her out for a thank you lunch next week. Funny how things work out, eh? Seems she had me down as some sort of a nutter, when I first got out in my fluffy slippers.
I have to confess, most folk over here are pretty obliging. Remember that ever-so-posh Jag-lady I had to flag down the other week? She drove over ten miles out of her way after I leapt in her car.
Then, again at the college, when I was parked up waiting to collect Sam, one of his tutors whom I barely even know, well he came all the way over just to tap on my window. I had been wondering what had held Sam up for so long. He was kind enough to remind me Sam doesn't come to college on a Tuesday, he goes to a work-placement, a further ten miles along the way.
Sam wasn't too pleased, but as I reminded him, it could have been a far longer wait for him had his kindly teacher not pointed me on my way. Guess it didn't much help when I snapped the passenger wing-mirror off on his side, on the journey back (oh relax, it's electric, so the wires held it on).
His parting shot each morning now is to remind me where I'm picking him up again.
(I like to pretend to myself he's just being sarcastic.)
It's unfortunate I'm the only driver for five when hubby is off the isle, 'cos I'm the first one to admit I'm not all that good at it. I was nothing short of delighted when His Lord and Master removed the left concrete post from the top of our drive, least now when I pull down there, it's doesn't bite the car anymore.
Wish we lived near public transport. So do the kids. You should just hear them, talk about a chorus of back seat drivers, I've never known such a paranoid bunch of cowards!
But I digress.
What I am trying to say is thank God for the kindness of strangers, there are a lot of good folk out there, it's just a shame I had to run in to a nasty one today, when all I was trying to do was to give a little thank you back.
(Hope Mr. Fix-It understands.)