Saturday, 11 April 2015
Back at long last
but by no means sorted.
Everything was gone and I still haven't recovered much.
The Macdoctor wiped the hard drive and re-installed the ancient Snow Leopard which means that many apps can't 'read' contents added in more recent versions. I am working my way through apps but there's little hope that I can repair much. It'll have to be a new computer but I haven't decided yet whether it's to be a macbook or another iMac. The price of the things!
Apart from that, and on a lighter note, I am lucky to be alive. Millie did her best to kill me. Nearing the road home on a walk she suddenly saw one of her best friends, Kevin, who was out with Sam, his collie; the two of them were crossing the narrow entrance that closes off the dirt track into the main road. There are thick metal bars across this gap, with a staggered opening, to stop kids running into the road.
Millie saw Kevin and rushed towards him. Millie loves men. The way she throws herself at her favourites is almost indecent. Terrified that she would run into the road I screamed at her. NO! She crouched on her belly, but only for a second. NO! More crouching. Believe me, when I bellow NO! the whole street hears me. Everybody around stops dead instantly. Not Millie. She slowed just enough for me to catch her by the collar but then she gave one almighty final tug to reach Kevin. As I was leaning over her I was off-balance already, so I went forward in an arc, my head hitting the metal bars, scraping knees and arms in the process. Kevin grabbed my arm, hard, which didn't help, Ralph from across the road came rushing over and a lady arrived from her garden gate. I was winded and hurt all over, so I simply sat there trying to catch my breath and whimpering a bit. That made Sam come and give me a slobbery kiss, while Millie, firmly held by Ralph, looked a picture of innocence; a little pained at having been deprived of greeting two of her favourite men in the manner to which she feels entitled but otherwise calmly wondering what all the fuss was about.
Eventually I allowed myself to be dragged upright by my kind rescuers and Ralph, still firmly holding Millie's lead, took me to the gate into our field. When I said "hold her close, don't let her get run over", Ralph said "why not, she deserves it." He was joking. He's another one Millie loves to distraction. Little tart.
I am still feeling very sore today, but upright and breathing.