The Curse of the Little Thunder BunniesRight.
Anyone who knows me well knows that the (main) reason I've been offline for so long is because my computer's motherboard died. What I haven't mentioned before (even in the excruciatingly long and boring email I sent out to people with my computer-related woes on it) was that the reason I wasn't able to fix the non-functioning fan problem that caused my mother board to overheat and fry itself was that my washing machine ceased to function.
It would, you know, fill up with water, and drain water but the spin was gone. Of course, I didn't find this out until I'd tried to wash a full load, and that meant handwashing and rinsing the humoungous load I'd tried to wash, but that's another story.
You can imagine what it would be like in my house without a washing machine. As it was, I had to wait for it for a week while I got the funds together, because, of course, this is pre-actually-got-my-money-property settlement.
I had to prioritise.
So the computer was sacrificed on the altar of making sure the kids had their school uniforms.
While I was waiting for my property settlement, and therefore, my new computer, my still-under-warranty jug ceased to function. This is a Bad Thing. No jug = no coffee, until I bought one of those little milk saucepans to boil water on the stove. It was cheaper than fixing the jug.
Come to think of it, buying a new jug was cheaper than fixing the jug. Which is what I did, as soon as I could.
So, then my funds came though and I bought my new computer.
A week later, my home phone ceased to work properly. The line was okay, but, while people could hear me just fine, I couldn't hear them approximately half the time. This led to a couple of interesting calls from my mobile to my children (who couldn't hear me), but, again, another story.
No worries, thought I, I've been meaning to get a hand held. So I did.
Then my printer started to play up a couple of weeks ago, not 2 days after the new phones were installed. It didn't die, exactly, but it had moments of definite non-workyness.
While it was deciding what it would do, last week my vacuum cleaner (also less than a year old) carked it. I bought a new one 2 days later (that was last Thursday, I believe).
Yesterday, my printer finally haemorrhaged and was no more. Fortunately, as I'd seen that coming, I do have a brand new printer, which I haven't actually had time to install yet. It's still in its box.
Now, as a signed, sealed and delivered member of the official human race, I do have moments of paranoia. As a result of this, part of me has been wondering if this is, you know, just a little bit personal. An electronically-based conspiracy, out to get little old me.
Of course, I didn't actually believe that.
So. Today, my stereo stopped functioning. Permanently and dramatically.
Well, I guess it's not paranoia if it's really happening, right?
I've decided there's only one thing left for me to do.
I'm putting money aside for a new fridge.