Drat …
And …
Well, there’s several other terms I could be using, here.
But ‘drat’ is about the politest.
All this … ? Is a result of finding out about my external drive.
It you recall, a couple of week ago, I managed to knock the thing onto the floor: seriously damaging it in the process.
I managed to get the drive out of the external caddy: and down to a local repair shop, in order to see what they could do for me.
£80, later … ? Their opinion was that the drive was extremely dead. And that it would cost me a further £300 — £300!!!!!!!!!! — to get the spare parts, and do any kind of repair work that would allow any chance of getting the family photos off the thing.
£300 I don’t have.
Nor do I expect to get hold off: unless I suddenly win the lottery.
As you can imagine, I’m not a happy bunny. After all, for me, that’s about the same sort of cash I earn in a fortnight.
As you can possibly ALSO imagine … ? That left me feeling extremely depressed. Something only remedied by getting to work: which left me feeling a bit better about myself. At least, turned my mood about.
As of RIGHT now … ? I’m going to have to put any recovery from the drive on hold: until I can afford to.
Given how important those photos are to me? I’m going to have to start saving up …
~≈Ê≈~
