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The Long Goodbye

I wondered why there was an exclusion zone around Sandhurst today, I had to route around it on the way to Cardiff and it transpires that the Queen was there this morning to see Prince Harry graduate. I wonder if he will be posted to Afghanistan or somewhere closer to home? Knightsbridge barracks perhaps.

The reason for going to Cardiff was to tow a farewell message over a funeral. Very sad it was too as there were two women's names on the message and when we were over the top of the cemetery, I could see two freshly dug graves surrounded by hundreds of mourners. It was a big send-off without doubt. White horses and white Rolls Royces too.

Weblog posts may be limited for a brief period. My main PC “died” again this morning, announcing it had lost its configuration file and the system backup CD won’t restore Microsoft’s Windows to life. A terminally ill Operating System strikes me as a regular fact of life these days and I’ll have to rush it to “hospital” again in Westbrook tomorrow. The worst case scenario is having to re-install Windows and the lengthy process of having to re-install all my applications that goes with it; takes days.

One thing I recommend to anyone reading this is to have a 30 gigabyte backup USB drive connected to your PC hard disk which can mirror everything you have on your main machine for problems like this. It’s not a question of “if” your computer will die one day, just a question of “when” in my experience.

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