Terminal

Yep, it's terminal. My hard drive is as dead as a Dodo. Colin had a look at it when he got home this morning, and it can't seem to find the information it needs at the start of the disc (or something techie like that!). At least I have my old hard drive, which is now in-situ in my laptop. So at least I can surf the net and do some scrapping, although I don't have much stash on this drive, it was all on the new one. Never mind.

At least I've been fairly productive this morning, I was up early and stacked the dishwasher and have done about 4 loads of washing, tidied up a bit and generally pottered around the house.

We're going to have to send the hard drive off to see if it can be recovered. Fingers crossed that recovery is successful. At least Colin says there is a company that say they can recover almost anything, and that if they can't they won't charge you for the privilege of them trying. Beans on toast for everyone all this month I think!