I try not to rant too much. The world is full of woes enough without my own whining and verbal splurge. I can hear “wind your neck in”, but I’m terribly sorry I cannot stop this one. Brace yourself!
Summer holidays have begun with us. The children will be going away next week. My eldest of course has some work to do, as he’s now into his second year of A-levels. His wise plan was to get his work done asap, have some time to relax with the family, then off he went on his travels. So he could enjoy his time.
However fate has bestowed a different plan on him. It’s just truly hideous and unfair. Last Saturday he went to work, (he works the morning), he came back looking a paler shade of pale and declared he felt ill. Sure enough his stomach was not his friend throughout the day and by the evening he was actually sick. Poor thing.
I did my Motherly bit and looked after him as best I could. I also disinfected the entire bathroom and kept on top of as much as possible. It was hard work and knocked poor R sideways and then some. He was worn out for four days, so got no work done.
By Wednesday he was eager to get some work done, and thus settled down in his bedroom to do some research on his PC upstairs. All was going well, until about 4pm. He came down to say something was wrong.
I went to see what, and indeed something had gone very wrong. A virus had got on. Slipped in some sneaky way. It’s called “Live Security Platinum”, and without wanting to be rude, it’s utterly vile. It has taken over his whole PC, stopped him going online, stopped him from opening files, playing music, changing anything.
I spent the best part of yesterday evening trying to sort it out, having the girls help look after baby. But to no avail. Again, I have spent time today when possible, time that I should have been doing other things, but again, no avail.
It’s vile. It’s truly nasty. And it’s really upset our family. It’s effected time with the children, time that R was meant to do his school work, time that I was supposed to be doing other important things. It’s given my son a headache.
All this, for what?
I cannot believe that these kind of things are designed by people that have the capacity to be able to write a program, but instead create something so vile. So upsetting. We’re just a quiet family trying to get on with life, and it’s difficult on the best of days. This has just been horrendous. Why would someone want to do that?
I pity anyone that gets this. We still haven’t sorted it.
I’m not allowed to say how I feel. It would be too rude. You can use your imagination.