yes, its lovely to see you're back with us. Sorry to hear about the PC. Fortunately, unless you are doing a lot of downloads, particularly of big things, it may not make that much difference in using an older PC.
....Chesca........ grief, now I have some other protection for the PC from 'spyware'. Nina's Internet Provider pointed to some software that would handle that, and I downloaded it and ran the demo version. That found a few premium rate dialling things had been planted at some stage, and since we both use our PCs for Internet banking and a lot more, I bought a 2 copy version for us and then cleaned my PC.
May not have been needed in reality, but we both feel safer now.
....which is more than I can say about the attack of the killer tits! For the past week or so, the room where I have my PC has sufered from frequent occasions when Great Tits land on the glazing bars and peck violently at the glass, as if trying to get in. [there's one doing it now!]
Bruce! An attack of the killer whats? Am appalled? It's probably something to with the spyware! Despite the fortress I have built, a programme marked XXX managed to download itself yesterday. Couldn't bring myself to look at it as I had eaten earlier! and got shut. I just keep running the various gear and it's a revelation, have to say.
Have been right of sorts the last few days, but I suspect nothing that a little sunshine might fix.
Perhaps Jude could send Ollie and his mates round to sort out your tit problem. Failing that, I saw a giant sized inflatable Christmas Robin today in
B&Q, it was the size of a small car, you could maybe attach it to the roof to intimidate said tits. Just a thought.
Actually, I found the photo quite scary, I'm a bit afraid of birds. Wouldn't like to be in your postition at all.
I'm checking through my various recipe books for a suitable sauce to use with roasted Blue Tit. Nowt so far. But, if it comes to a fight to the death - and I win - then I wouldn't want to waste the little chap.
Way back in the past, when Jan and I lived in a 3 storey town house in Essex, we arrived home one day to hear a strange noise from the bedroom [top floor].
Holding my woman behind me to protect her from whatever was in the room, I slipped bravely in....
....to find about 40 house martins flying around the room cra**ing all over. They had flown in through an open window.
I had to eject them, one by one, having grasped each of the little gits in my hand. I still have the lamp shades with the bird sh** on them.
In our next house, a couple of starlings flew down the chimney and I had to get them out too.
I have thought of building myself a big nest in a nearby tree and going to live there, so life would be easier for the little beggars.
Speaking of killer tits, can anybody tell me where one can purchase a 38EE? Keep your stays staid!! Just simple research in the quest for a gift for a friend - must include lace, feathers are an option, always!!