Is there a way I can send you a screen display?
Oh my word - just to talk to somebody knowledgeable.
Mollie
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Alex and Shaz,
I think you are right. The proper course of action is "Dear Sir, This computer doesn't work right - send me another one please" and I'll do that.
But just one more thing. Don't bother to answer if you don't want. It crashed again this morning. F11 worked.
It said "A problem has been detected wth windows and has been shut down to prevent damage to your computer. The problem seems to have been caused by the following file:
PAGE_FAULT_IN_NONPAGED_AREA"
Then a load of other stuff about re-starting the computer.
I tried that and it said:
"Windows could not start because the following file is missing or corrrupt; WindowsSystem32ConfigSystem"
I truly don't want an argument with the supplier but I think they are reputable - - it's just that if there's something I can fix myself then I'd like to do it without 0870 numbers and the like.
Any advice? From anybody?
Mollie
I think you are right. The proper course of action is "Dear Sir, This computer doesn't work right - send me another one please" and I'll do that.
But just one more thing. Don't bother to answer if you don't want. It crashed again this morning. F11 worked.
It said "A problem has been detected wth windows and has been shut down to prevent damage to your computer. The problem seems to have been caused by the following file:
PAGE_FAULT_IN_NONPAGED_AREA"
Then a load of other stuff about re-starting the computer.
I tried that and it said:
"Windows could not start because the following file is missing or corrrupt; WindowsSystem32ConfigSystem"
I truly don't want an argument with the supplier but I think they are reputable - - it's just that if there's something I can fix myself then I'd like to do it without 0870 numbers and the like.
Any advice? From anybody?
Mollie
This is a sort of change of subject - but it isn't really. It's about retention of information.
This proud possession is my new computer. It's "refurbished" and runs on Windows XP and has one year on site guarantee. It cost less that £250.
Shortly after I got it, I fired it up one morning and it told me it wasn't going to work. I can't remember what it said but it was something like "File 32 is missing or corrupt". Sorry if I've got that wrong - I've got it written down somewhere so I should be able to give an expert the information if needed.
Out came a very nice young man who showed me how to press "F11" and the computer came to life again. Took about half an hour. But all my information had been lost. I had a new-born computer again.
Then it went on strike about half a dozen times. F11 always works but I always lose my personal stuff. My solution is not to turn it off. It stays switched on all the time - although I do turn off the monitor.
Apart from telling me to argue with the suppliers - any advice? I'm intrigued by the idea that my information might not be lost.
Mollie
This proud possession is my new computer. It's "refurbished" and runs on Windows XP and has one year on site guarantee. It cost less that £250.
Shortly after I got it, I fired it up one morning and it told me it wasn't going to work. I can't remember what it said but it was something like "File 32 is missing or corrupt". Sorry if I've got that wrong - I've got it written down somewhere so I should be able to give an expert the information if needed.
Out came a very nice young man who showed me how to press "F11" and the computer came to life again. Took about half an hour. But all my information had been lost. I had a new-born computer again.
Then it went on strike about half a dozen times. F11 always works but I always lose my personal stuff. My solution is not to turn it off. It stays switched on all the time - although I do turn off the monitor.
Apart from telling me to argue with the suppliers - any advice? I'm intrigued by the idea that my information might not be lost.
Mollie
Of course, it might be a hen. How can you tell.
Not South American - Australian. Is there anybody here old enough to remember Skippy? Well that's where this is. I have sometimes used an avatar with me and Skippy and I've published it in another thread.
Remember Rod Hull and Emu? Well this is an Emu. And it was just as bad tempered as Mr Hull'sk kind. The reason my hand is in the air was just to get away from it's peck.
But, I mean, really, it's a big cock, yes?
Mollie xx
Not South American - Australian. Is there anybody here old enough to remember Skippy? Well that's where this is. I have sometimes used an avatar with me and Skippy and I've published it in another thread.
Remember Rod Hull and Emu? Well this is an Emu. And it was just as bad tempered as Mr Hull'sk kind. The reason my hand is in the air was just to get away from it's peck.
But, I mean, really, it's a big cock, yes?
Mollie xx
Well Part Two of this little story. Then I think, probably, only one more. I think I must be tapping into some sort of wanderlust because I see I have attracted nearly a thousand visits.
So you get on the ferry and, immediately, you're in France. We were directed into a parking space and a very nice man took me by the hand (I have a disabled sticker but you'd never know about it by looking at me) and took me into a lift. This was a lift without sides so when it moved it looked as though the walls were moving, yes?
"I 'ave to take care of you" and he did. He cuddled me into an embrace which was probably much closer than needed to keep me away from the walls -but it was far from unwelcome. Hello Sailor!
Then France. Another world. Away from the repressive instincts of tourist England where "they" are probably tryng to protect the owners of hotels,etc. Tourist France welcomes campervans and provides for them.
Like This:
There are more than two and a half thousand of little sites like this. Mostly they are free though some of them might make a small charge in July and August.
One more post and then I'll let this come to an end. But if there any questions I'll be pleased to give them a go
Mollie
So you get on the ferry and, immediately, you're in France. We were directed into a parking space and a very nice man took me by the hand (I have a disabled sticker but you'd never know about it by looking at me) and took me into a lift. This was a lift without sides so when it moved it looked as though the walls were moving, yes?
"I 'ave to take care of you" and he did. He cuddled me into an embrace which was probably much closer than needed to keep me away from the walls -but it was far from unwelcome. Hello Sailor!
Then France. Another world. Away from the repressive instincts of tourist England where "they" are probably tryng to protect the owners of hotels,etc. Tourist France welcomes campervans and provides for them.
Like This:
There are more than two and a half thousand of little sites like this. Mostly they are free though some of them might make a small charge in July and August.
One more post and then I'll let this come to an end. But if there any questions I'll be pleased to give them a go
Mollie
It seems quite a lot of people are interested in what we have been doing so the next tale is quite a long one so I'll split it into two or three posts. Right? I haven't been able to get my scanner working properly - well I know quite well that it's me that isn't working properly - so this first post is without picture.
Tom is retired (early) with a small pension and my income is not much more so many people wonder (out loud sometimes) how we can afford the things we do. Well, we travel in a motor caravan and we sleep on car parks and, sometimes, on the side of the road. You can do what we do. If you want.
In England you'll get charged for parking. Also there are notices everywhere telling what you can't do. You can't park overnight, you can't camp, you can't do this and you can't do that.
So you ignore the signs, yes?
Until you get caught.
We have family in Devon so it is convenient to stay in Devon for a while and then cross the channel on the Plymouth to Roscoff route. In April we stayed on a a town centre car park. After two or three days, we were warned off. Stay in the day but not allowed to stay the night, yes? So we paid the fee and stayed on the car park through the day and parked on the roadside for the night, yes?
Off to France and back to Devon in September. Stayed on the same car park. Approached by the same car park wardens. But this time a bit different. Sometimes it's better if I talk to people, especially if it's a man, and so it was this time. I had noticed that there was a lot of rubbish on the side of the car park. "Why don't you clean it up?" "Because there is a young girl living there." "There" was a small brick building that was probably at one time a toilet. And there was somebody living in it.
"It's ok for somebody to live rough here but not ok for us to sleep in our van?"
And the answer was "You won't be bothered." But I have to wonder why we can have people living in cardboard boxes but the authorities ignore them and try to stop us sleeping in comfort without posing a threat or a menace to anybody.
A bit more to follow.
Mollie
Tom is retired (early) with a small pension and my income is not much more so many people wonder (out loud sometimes) how we can afford the things we do. Well, we travel in a motor caravan and we sleep on car parks and, sometimes, on the side of the road. You can do what we do. If you want.
In England you'll get charged for parking. Also there are notices everywhere telling what you can't do. You can't park overnight, you can't camp, you can't do this and you can't do that.
So you ignore the signs, yes?
Until you get caught.
We have family in Devon so it is convenient to stay in Devon for a while and then cross the channel on the Plymouth to Roscoff route. In April we stayed on a a town centre car park. After two or three days, we were warned off. Stay in the day but not allowed to stay the night, yes? So we paid the fee and stayed on the car park through the day and parked on the roadside for the night, yes?
Off to France and back to Devon in September. Stayed on the same car park. Approached by the same car park wardens. But this time a bit different. Sometimes it's better if I talk to people, especially if it's a man, and so it was this time. I had noticed that there was a lot of rubbish on the side of the car park. "Why don't you clean it up?" "Because there is a young girl living there." "There" was a small brick building that was probably at one time a toilet. And there was somebody living in it.
"It's ok for somebody to live rough here but not ok for us to sleep in our van?"
And the answer was "You won't be bothered." But I have to wonder why we can have people living in cardboard boxes but the authorities ignore them and try to stop us sleeping in comfort without posing a threat or a menace to anybody.
A bit more to follow.
Mollie
I have a scanner.
If I can make it work then I'll bore you silly. But you never know - there might be things to help others in their travels.
Right now - what I think is the answer to how many countries have a land border with France. I think there are nine.
Starting at the top right (you can see my navigation skills, yes? Belgium, Luxemburg, Germany, Switzerland, Italy, Monacco, Spain, Andorra, England.
Yes. England. Wasn't there a land border as soon as the channel tunnel was built?
Mollie
If I can make it work then I'll bore you silly. But you never know - there might be things to help others in their travels.
Right now - what I think is the answer to how many countries have a land border with France. I think there are nine.
Starting at the top right (you can see my navigation skills, yes? Belgium, Luxemburg, Germany, Switzerland, Italy, Monacco, Spain, Andorra, England.
Yes. England. Wasn't there a land border as soon as the channel tunnel was built?
Mollie
We googled "dogging" because of somebody I can't remember - was it Stan Collymore? - my partner stopped contributing but I couldn't let go of it.
I'm much more of a browser than a contributor but I do get a lot of enjoyment out of the site. I just wish I could match the humour and intelligence I see here.
Mollie
I'm much more of a browser than a contributor but I do get a lot of enjoyment out of the site. I just wish I could match the humour and intelligence I see here.
Mollie
I still have more tales to tell. I've ordered a scanner so if I can make it work then I might be able to publish a photograph or two. Of course, I fully understand that pictures of Naked Mollie might not be to everybody's taste.
But some people might remember that I have a liking for odd questions. So I thought it might be interesting, because I like France so well, to ask this.
How many countries have a land border with France?
I don't mean Bretons or Basques or Catalonians. I mean countries which really are countries - like they make their own laws, pay their own income tax and so on. Get the idea?
Most people come up with about six - and they might be right but they could be wrong. Use a map if you like.
Mollie
But some people might remember that I have a liking for odd questions. So I thought it might be interesting, because I like France so well, to ask this.
How many countries have a land border with France?
I don't mean Bretons or Basques or Catalonians. I mean countries which really are countries - like they make their own laws, pay their own income tax and so on. Get the idea?
Most people come up with about six - and they might be right but they could be wrong. Use a map if you like.
Mollie
My last cigarette was 21st November 1980. There are some things too awful to contemplate and a life-time without cigarettes is one of them if you're a smoker. I couldn't tell you the date I lost my virginity but I can tell you exactly when I last had a cigarette.
I hope you can give it up. This is how I did it. I never gave up. Without planning to give it up I got up one morning and decided to wait until lunch time before having a smoke. At lunch time I decided to wait until tea time. At tea time I decided to wait until bed time. At bed time I decided to wait until the morning.
And so it went on. I didn't confront the horror of giving up - I just kept putting off having the next smoke.
The benefits of giving up are immense. I hope you manage it.
Mollie
I hope you can give it up. This is how I did it. I never gave up. Without planning to give it up I got up one morning and decided to wait until lunch time before having a smoke. At lunch time I decided to wait until tea time. At tea time I decided to wait until bed time. At bed time I decided to wait until the morning.
And so it went on. I didn't confront the horror of giving up - I just kept putting off having the next smoke.
The benefits of giving up are immense. I hope you manage it.
Mollie
Little Gem, you have earned your name,
I thought this thread had disappeared so, Little Gem - thanks. I had absolutely no idea that I was using a different messenger service. It took me about half an hour to sort it out but like I said - thanks.
Matt
Great - I think it's now version 7.5. I don't care. It's so nice to have it back like it was so thanks to both of you.
Mollie
I thought this thread had disappeared so, Little Gem - thanks. I had absolutely no idea that I was using a different messenger service. It took me about half an hour to sort it out but like I said - thanks.
Matt
Great - I think it's now version 7.5. I don't care. It's so nice to have it back like it was so thanks to both of you.
Mollie
I've got a problem with MSN so maybe one of you knowledgeable people can help me.
Since I got back I have a new computer and I'm very happy with it. Much faster and therefore much easier to use.
When I got back to my MSN, it dowloaded whatever it wanted to download and I've just been to look at the "About" and it's version 4.7.
Now this is my problem. Much of what it knows about me must be on the website because I didn't have to load in my contacts again. HOWEVER, on the old computer the message window had two pictures in it. One of mine that I could change and one of the person I was talking to.
On my latest version - which must be the latest version because it's been downloaded in the last few days - The little pictures aren't there.
Does anybody know how I can get them back? I've been back to my old computer and they're still there on that one.
Please.
Mollie
Since I got back I have a new computer and I'm very happy with it. Much faster and therefore much easier to use.
When I got back to my MSN, it dowloaded whatever it wanted to download and I've just been to look at the "About" and it's version 4.7.
Now this is my problem. Much of what it knows about me must be on the website because I didn't have to load in my contacts again. HOWEVER, on the old computer the message window had two pictures in it. One of mine that I could change and one of the person I was talking to.
On my latest version - which must be the latest version because it's been downloaded in the last few days - The little pictures aren't there.
Does anybody know how I can get them back? I've been back to my old computer and they're still there on that one.
Please.
Mollie
I was just about to post something about this so pleased to see that somebody else thought of it first.
There are lots of clips that could be shown and they are all hilarious. As I type the one being shown is in the hardware store. "Forkandles please" and the little Ronnie plonks four candles on the counter. No, "Forkandles, 'andles for forks".
You know what's coming but it's still hilarious.
But I remember what many won't , Ronnie Barker was a radio star and I remember him in the "Navy Lark". Jon Pertwee and Leslie Phillips are memorable but does anybody else remember Ronnnie Barker saying, nasally, "Intelligence 'ere?"
He was a star. Among the giants of comedy. Probably even greater than the other giants - Cooper, Hanccock and others.
Oh dear
Mollie
There are lots of clips that could be shown and they are all hilarious. As I type the one being shown is in the hardware store. "Forkandles please" and the little Ronnie plonks four candles on the counter. No, "Forkandles, 'andles for forks".
You know what's coming but it's still hilarious.
But I remember what many won't , Ronnie Barker was a radio star and I remember him in the "Navy Lark". Jon Pertwee and Leslie Phillips are memorable but does anybody else remember Ronnnie Barker saying, nasally, "Intelligence 'ere?"
He was a star. Among the giants of comedy. Probably even greater than the other giants - Cooper, Hanccock and others.
Oh dear
Mollie
This is the second time I have tried to write this story. I pressed the "submit" button and everything disappeared. Ah well, try again.
People are very kind. Thanks for all the responses. Alexandra, I might PM you and we can maybe swap locations and experiences - or do it here.
One of the things people say to us is "What if you break down?" Well we don't break down. The van doesn't know it's out of England so why should it break down? But it did.
There was an incredibly loud bang, the van began to vibrate violently. I thought the engine had exploded and shouted at Tom to switch it off. He said later that he hadn't heard me. Concentrating too hard on controlling the van I suppose.
After steering the van onto the verge I could tell he'd had a near death experience and wasn't too happy. "What's wrong?" "Fucking flat tyre." He doesn't swear so I could tell the stress was getting to him. To me too. "What are we going to do?" "Change the fucking wheel." Still stressed - if you're sensitive like me you can see the signs. This guy was stressed.
We got the jack out. It wouldn't work. A bit unhelpful, I suppose, I said "Why didn't you check it?" "Because you don't fucking check it - just make sure it's there". Still stessed. But he's a very resourceful man and he worked out how to jack the van up.
But the problems continued. Out came the wheel brace but, unfortunately, the nuts holding the spare wheel were a different size. Still unhelpful, I said, "Why haven't you got a spanner to fit?" "Because you expect them to be the same fucking size". Still stressed. I could tell.
Then he said "We've just passed a garage I"ll go back and get them to come out." Unfortunately. 14th July. Bastille Day. France was closed.
My poor man was defeated. Sleep at the side of the road and get the garage out in the morning. Still unhelpful, I said, "Pity we can't get the AA out" and as soon as I said the words I realised I should have kept them in my head and I waited for the explosion.
But there wasn't an explosion - just a thoughtful look. Both of us had totally forgotten that our "rescue" organisation had European cover. We telephoned our organisation (we're with Britannia Rescur but I think GEM and the RAC and probably others also provide free European cover) and I could see my man visibly relax as a calm woman asssured us that somebody would be with us quite quickly. Leave our phone switched on.
Within about an hour a little white van turned up with three very young, very gorgous french men who set about changing the wheel. They took about ten minutes.
Sorry, it's not about "swinging" but I did kiss those young men most warmly. I will lhappily kiss them again.
Mollie
People are very kind. Thanks for all the responses. Alexandra, I might PM you and we can maybe swap locations and experiences - or do it here.
One of the things people say to us is "What if you break down?" Well we don't break down. The van doesn't know it's out of England so why should it break down? But it did.
There was an incredibly loud bang, the van began to vibrate violently. I thought the engine had exploded and shouted at Tom to switch it off. He said later that he hadn't heard me. Concentrating too hard on controlling the van I suppose.
After steering the van onto the verge I could tell he'd had a near death experience and wasn't too happy. "What's wrong?" "Fucking flat tyre." He doesn't swear so I could tell the stress was getting to him. To me too. "What are we going to do?" "Change the fucking wheel." Still stressed - if you're sensitive like me you can see the signs. This guy was stressed.
We got the jack out. It wouldn't work. A bit unhelpful, I suppose, I said "Why didn't you check it?" "Because you don't fucking check it - just make sure it's there". Still stessed. But he's a very resourceful man and he worked out how to jack the van up.
But the problems continued. Out came the wheel brace but, unfortunately, the nuts holding the spare wheel were a different size. Still unhelpful, I said, "Why haven't you got a spanner to fit?" "Because you expect them to be the same fucking size". Still stressed. I could tell.
Then he said "We've just passed a garage I"ll go back and get them to come out." Unfortunately. 14th July. Bastille Day. France was closed.
My poor man was defeated. Sleep at the side of the road and get the garage out in the morning. Still unhelpful, I said, "Pity we can't get the AA out" and as soon as I said the words I realised I should have kept them in my head and I waited for the explosion.
But there wasn't an explosion - just a thoughtful look. Both of us had totally forgotten that our "rescue" organisation had European cover. We telephoned our organisation (we're with Britannia Rescur but I think GEM and the RAC and probably others also provide free European cover) and I could see my man visibly relax as a calm woman asssured us that somebody would be with us quite quickly. Leave our phone switched on.
Within about an hour a little white van turned up with three very young, very gorgous french men who set about changing the wheel. They took about ten minutes.
Sorry, it's not about "swinging" but I did kiss those young men most warmly. I will lhappily kiss them again.
Mollie
" Reed - who boasted "I'm approximately eight inches"
Want to hear a really old, really dreadful joke? Course you do. But you don't have to laugh if you don't want. I know this man - he plays the piano.
It goes like this. A guy goes into a pub, puts his briefcaseon the bar and orders a pint. After a bit he says, "Ok for a bit of music?" and the barmaid said that was ok. He opened his briefcase and took out one of those childrens' pianos and put it on the bar. Pretty soon a little man in a tuxedo jumped out of the briefcase and started to play the piano.
The barmaid was amazed as were the other customers. "Where did you get that?"
"Well, do you believe in leprochauns?" And of course, nobody did and "That's not a leprochaun." Oh no said the man "But I caught a leprochaun once and if you do that he will grant you a wish to let him go.. And this is what I got. I can't understand it. I certainly didn't ask for an eight inch pianist."
Sorry. Oh, it is nice to be back.
Mollie
Want to hear a really old, really dreadful joke? Course you do. But you don't have to laugh if you don't want. I know this man - he plays the piano.
It goes like this. A guy goes into a pub, puts his briefcaseon the bar and orders a pint. After a bit he says, "Ok for a bit of music?" and the barmaid said that was ok. He opened his briefcase and took out one of those childrens' pianos and put it on the bar. Pretty soon a little man in a tuxedo jumped out of the briefcase and started to play the piano.
The barmaid was amazed as were the other customers. "Where did you get that?"
"Well, do you believe in leprochauns?" And of course, nobody did and "That's not a leprochaun." Oh no said the man "But I caught a leprochaun once and if you do that he will grant you a wish to let him go.. And this is what I got. I can't understand it. I certainly didn't ask for an eight inch pianist."
Sorry. Oh, it is nice to be back.
Mollie
By now you'll be getting the idea that I like France. It's a myth that "they" all speak English. "They" don't. And it's since we started speaking French that we get on so well in France.
Just as an aside - if you're in France and need help look for some boy or girl who looks about 15. Some of them might still have a bit of English in their heads from school.
Now, like a lot of my stories this one was initiated by Tom. We became friendly with two French men and a French woman. This was two years ago and I had the idea they were a threesome but of course two years ago we were still a twosome. They introduced themselves by the simple method of inviting us for aperitiffs and we became friendly. Then we met them again this year.
Another aside - this happens more often than you would think. Meeting people in campervans that you have met before.
Great pleasure at meeting them again and we went through the touching of cheeks and air-kissing that they go in for and I saw Tom's face take on what I think of his Edwina Currie look. "Quatre pour La France?" he said. "Oui" answered Madame Jocette". "Ah" said Tom, "En l'angleterre, malheureusment. seulement un." That translates as we kiss four times in France but only one kiss in England. "Alors" said Jocette and Tom took her in a bear hug and kissed her on the lips. "Voilla."
Her two guys just laughed and, in truth, she didn't look affronted.
When it got too hot in the sourh and we moved north - we did so on the spur of the moment but it was important to say goodbye to these nice people. Tom shook hands with Maurice and Claude and did the four air-kisses with Madame Jocette.
My turn. M'seur Claude said "Quatre pour La France? Peut etre un pour l'angleterre?" Well I told you it was my turn. I said "Un pour l'angleterre s'lvous plait" and I was soundly kissed on the lips by two very attractive french men.
And that's the story really. I never did find out if they were a threesome and I sort of hinted that we were but they never said they were. I think they were though.
Mollie
Just as an aside - if you're in France and need help look for some boy or girl who looks about 15. Some of them might still have a bit of English in their heads from school.
Now, like a lot of my stories this one was initiated by Tom. We became friendly with two French men and a French woman. This was two years ago and I had the idea they were a threesome but of course two years ago we were still a twosome. They introduced themselves by the simple method of inviting us for aperitiffs and we became friendly. Then we met them again this year.
Another aside - this happens more often than you would think. Meeting people in campervans that you have met before.
Great pleasure at meeting them again and we went through the touching of cheeks and air-kissing that they go in for and I saw Tom's face take on what I think of his Edwina Currie look. "Quatre pour La France?" he said. "Oui" answered Madame Jocette". "Ah" said Tom, "En l'angleterre, malheureusment. seulement un." That translates as we kiss four times in France but only one kiss in England. "Alors" said Jocette and Tom took her in a bear hug and kissed her on the lips. "Voilla."
Her two guys just laughed and, in truth, she didn't look affronted.
When it got too hot in the sourh and we moved north - we did so on the spur of the moment but it was important to say goodbye to these nice people. Tom shook hands with Maurice and Claude and did the four air-kisses with Madame Jocette.
My turn. M'seur Claude said "Quatre pour La France? Peut etre un pour l'angleterre?" Well I told you it was my turn. I said "Un pour l'angleterre s'lvous plait" and I was soundly kissed on the lips by two very attractive french men.
And that's the story really. I never did find out if they were a threesome and I sort of hinted that we were but they never said they were. I think they were though.
Mollie
