once upon a time, there was a Wench who never backed up the contents of her P.C.
Along came a wicked eldest daughter, and opened a nasty virus which was transmitted in an attachment to people using messenger- the computer got very, very, sick :cry:
However, the wench managed to restore said computer, and all was saved! HURRAH!
The wench resolved to go out the very next day, and buy more discs to backup the contents of the computer as she had learned her lesson.
Before she managed to do this, shit happened. This left her unable to fulfill the promise of backing up. Just as she started to see the end of the shit tunnel, she allowed herself a couple of hours rest and recuperation, only to find on her return that the wicked child had fallen for another virus- this time cunningly disguised as an anti-virus program- to infiltrate said computer.
And upon the household a dark time descended. This time, the computer refused to be coaxed from its sleep. For several days and nights, despair reigned.
But Lo! A night in shining armour
in the form of a handsome neighbour arrived- and after twelve long hours rescued the files and photographs (apart from the erm, rude ones which the wench had to trash in the 30 seconds his back was turned :cry: ).By the dawning of the next day, the sun rose and the wench was once more able to communicate from her Ivory Tower.
The moral of the tale is thus- you know all those dull tecchie sanctimonius people who always raise an eyebrow and nag at you to backup?
Listen to the fluckers, they may just be right!
And they all perved happily ever after.
The End.
Glad it's all fixed!
