2022 has certainly had swings and roundabouts and the last week before Christmas was even more energetically topsy-turvy.
My faithful, cheap and cheerful laptop was the first cab off the rank for disaster. Having discovered that our previous computer guru had quietly retired, we then had to source a new IT fixer to restore our Gallery email to full health. Fortunately, we had previously met our saviour, John, in the East End Gallery (of course) and a quick phone call to him led to his rapid arrival to solve our dilemma. That was the Sunday before Christmas.
On the Monday before Christmas, my laptop, with its email newly operational, refused to turn on. I decided to allow the device some "bench rest" during the day, as we were off to the Big Smoke for Michael's hip check-up. Upon our return, my laptop was still stubbornly not performing. At all.
On the Tuesday before Christmas, I rang our IT consultant John. He suggested I drop off the kaput machine to him on the following day. On the same day, Alex left his mobile phone in an Uber on the way to the beach...
On the Wednesday before Christmas, we dropped the laptop at John's house in York. Later that day, he rang to give me the awful news. My laptop had, indeed, gone to the Big Scrapyard in the Sky. He was trying to arrange a new one to be delivered before our Final Push in the Gallery prior to Christmas Day.
On the Thursday before Christmas, my new, Kate resistant, outrageously expensive laptop failed to arrive. However, Alex with the help of the police and the staff at Optus, managed to organise a payout of his phone insurance and order a new phone. Which has since arrived at Alex's pad. First Christmas miracle under our belt!
On the Friday before Christmas, my new laptop arrived! Second Christmas miracle. I was mightily impressed with my Leader, timidly switching it on for the very first time. Proudly clad in a metal case, my confidence in IT John's choice of my replacement computer was warmly received. Except, I really didn't know how to operate this piece of updated scary technology...
On the day before Christmas, the third miracle happened, my self esteem was reinstated and my laptop set up. My third Christmas miracle arrived in the form of Charmaine and Neil. We had previously met this lovely Tammin couple in the East End Gallery (again...!). Charmaine, a very talented artist, had shown me examples of her work, including murals that she had been commissioned to produce for her town. She returned to Heavenly Beverley, with her paintings, along with Neil, her fabulous IT specialist husband. I was saved!
The third catastrophe and fourth Christmas miracle actually occurred post Christmas Day. Michael had arranged for local jeweller Bec to create an eternity ring as my gift from him. Proudly showing my ring off on the 27th, I was distraught to discover one of the three stones was missing. Complete desolation took over my entire being.
Bec was horrified. She assured me that she would order a new stone and restore my ring to its former glory. As I thought I'd lost the stone down the shower, I was resigned to its loss. On the morning of the 28th, just before we were departing for the Big Smoke, I noticed a sparkly speck in front of the washing machine. The missing stone from my eternity ring...
My fourth Christmas miracle had magically materialised. Hooray!
Do I believe in miracles? You be your sweet bippy I do.
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