RIP

 We were up and moving about before Ellie surfaced this morning. We went through the usual morning checklist and the Gorse Fox took her round to school. (It was too icy for the Silver Vixen to venture out).

Back home we had a quiet breakfast and then got on with some chores. Finally, the Gorse Fox could return to his documentation. It was time to compose the write-up for the PC "eagle". The contents of his desk were shuffled and the keyboard pulled into the open. The power button was pressed on the screen - it hurts into life. The power button was pressed on the PC, the disk started to whir and nothing. Nada. It just sat and whirred. The Gorse Fox reviewed his options and thought about the last few times he had used the machine. There was nothing on it that was anything other than transient... it was a test machine, after all. The decisions was made. It was retired. It is no more. It is now defunct. It has joined the choir invisible. It is, metaphorically, pushing up daisies. 

The Gorse Fox has pulled it out, cleaned the desk, and dismantled the PC to remove the hard drive. The hard drive will be destroyed by drilling through it a few times then everything will be taken to the tip.

The lovely bright day meant, once more, that it was warm enough to spend the afternoon sitting in the Orangery and reading.