Usually by half twelve on a Sunday (as it is now), my lunch is well under way.
I've only just put it in, thanks to the welder who rang me mid-morning.
He's decided to take my advice after I mended his laptop in the week for the same fault that is now recurring. I suggested he puts in a new hard drive and at the same time upgrade the RAM from 512 Mb to 2 Gig.
I will spare you the hour's painful step by step instruction to assist him in doing a simple transaction on E Bay "address, there's where I live ay it"...
We had to repeat this for the transaction to buy RAM. I was on the phone for well over an hour, in parts huffing and puffing in frustration. He tried to assert himself as alpha male during this period with "I'd like to see yo with a sponner".
Meaning just because he's not as experienced as I am on a computer. Later I spoke with Pat and she told me he will never admit he's in the wrong. She also stated that if she hadn't got him, he'd be in a home somewhere by now, which amused me enough to repeat it here.
She's took him into Wolverhampton shopping now. I can imagine it now, announcement over the tannoy "We've a lost welder here, could someone come and collect him from the managers office.
Or maybe "pat, can I have a donut" ? " Pat can we go in McDonalds" ? "Pat do you fancy I pint, I do"...
So, after all that I was an hour and a half late peeling my potatoes and putting my lunch in the oven and I've had to have two cappuccinos to get over the experience before reporting it in on here.
Also, he sent me this picture he took of me last week post curry, in my socks n sandals !
