Last night dh decided to swap our hard drives around. The reason for this is because he won a graphic card (or chip??) but when it arrived the pesky thing wouldn't fit in his computer. However, there just so happened to be space for it in mine. Oh no!!
I tried very hard not to panic as he dismantled the big box thingies and reminded myself I have all my work backed up in about six different places. He was oddly unappreciative of the many helpful comments I offered in his shell like and in the end pleaded with me to go to bed and leave him in peace to work... I'm sure I don't know what he meant by that?
Thankfully everything seemed ok this morning, apart from the scarily empty incredimail boxes. All my folders need to be transferred... I am sooo looking forward to that job. Hmm. But then I discovered that during the period of transferral last night, emails to me went AWOL . Argh!
Who knows who might have tried to contact me last night down under time? And I'll never know! Omigod! I hate it when emails go walkabout!