....I got all adventurous. My old laptop has been sitting in the wardrobe since it died. The battery died many moons ago and I ran it on the power box. So out of curiosity tonight I brought it down here incase it was just the power box gone and tried it with this new one, no joy. So I got the bright idea of removing the hard drive so I could shatter the hard disc and that way I could get rid of it without fear of anyone getting my info. Well two hours later I am finally here. I knew I had to find the hard drive and the memory boards and new roughly where to find the latter. So I set to work. 40 odd screws later I had the laptop in two pieces, three if you count me snapping off the screen. And I found everything but the hard drive! But although I was finding it all fiddly with the fibromyalgia and having to stand to do the job, I was getting there. But the deeper in I got the smaller the screws got, I could barely see them. So out came Days electricians box. I had a mountain of parts that I knew had to be destroyed but still no sign of the hard drive. I found 4 tiny screws, with the sweat on my brow like a surgeon going in I released them and bingo. It was the last thing to take apart. Good job I was not actually repairing it as I would have had no idea how it went back together. So I was left with the shell and a million bits lol. The screws were too tiny to get to the hard disc inside so I had to force a sharp knife into the gap and jemmy it. Then get the big screw driver in and basically rip the metal casing off. A few cuts and nicks(and plenty of swear words) later and it was off. And there it sat in all its glory, the shiny round hard disc. Now I know how delicate these are, one wrong move and it will shatter into a billion pieces. So I gently put the sharp knife under the outer edge to see how much room I had to maneouvre. Not a lot as it exploded all over me. They are so fragile, So there I was standing in the corner of the kitchen, hard drive in one hand, knife in the other, covered from head to toe in tiny shards and slithers of hard disc!!!!!!! You have to laugh as it had all gone well until then. And I do love taking things apart. Anyway I stupidly started brushing it off my clothes amid yelps as each time a piece went into my fingers or hands and even into my chest area. I look like I have been dragged through a blackberry bush. But it is all done now, in bits neither use nor ornament to anyone. And now here I am trying to type with my fingers dancing all over the place, seering pain in my arms and shoulders and a burning in the neck that would make the queen swear, all because I have over worked them tonight.
Have you over done it today or am I the only daft one around today?
Stay warm and dry if you can