Monthly Archives: December 2011

Norton renatus

Somewhere around this time last year we lost patience with the Norton internet security package.  It’d become too slow, and rather flaky on both of our machines.  So, we researched and went over to the Kaspersky package.  It was much faster.  It was also quiet and completely well-behaved.

For almost the whole year we were satisfied.  Then, a few weeks back, Graham’s computer, running Windows XP, started acting up.  It seemed most likely that it was down to Kaspersky getting close to the end of its subscription so Graham bought a new copy and installed it over the old one.

Then the problems really started, with the program acting up in the strangest of fashions.  We researched, and found that many other users were reporting the same troubles after updating the product.

I was due to upgrade my copy this last week and found myself strangely reluctant to stick with Kaspersky.  It’s way of popping up a subscription expiry window many times a day, interrupting the flow of my “work” didn’t help at all.

“I think I’ll go back to Norton,” I said.  “I don’t like the idea of struggling with the technology at my age.”

“Nothing to do with age,” Graham replied.  “Get a multi-user copy and I’ll go back, too.”

Long stories are best cut short so I’ll just say that I Amazoned a new copy of Norton on Christmas Eve, it arrived this morning, I deleted Kaspersky and installed the new baby.  It was a completely painless delete/install and my computer, running Windows Vista, seems to have taken on a new lease of life, swift as a speeding bullet you might say.  The difference is most marked at start-up, which runs faster than ever before.

So there you are.  I’m back safely in the arms of Norton and happy with it.  Your experience may differ, of course, especially with Vista, which everyone in the world seems to hate except for me.

And here we all are at the end of one year and getting closer and closer to the start of a new one.  I can’t say that 2011 has been our best year, though there have been enough happy times to balance out all but the worst of the bad ones.  Here in the little house in the Pines Graham and I are hoping for a better year in 2012 and we both of us send you all our best wishes for the same.  Things, as the song would have it, can only get better.

Happy New Year!

Wrong

We went to IKEA today, driving through miserable weather to Cardiff.

“Oh, goody,” I said when Graham suggested the outing. “Now I’ll be able to find something to write about.”

Wrong.

 

 

 

 

The day of the grumpy shoppers

Yesterday was the last of our Christmas shut-in days–five days since we were out and about.  It has been a lovely, lazy time, but we’re both of us more than ready to get out, breathe some fresh air, and see other people.

So today… we went shopping.

“Are you sure you want to do this?  Surely we have enough food in to keep us going into January?” I asked as we piled into the car.

“Yes, of course we have.  We need some fresh bread, though, and it’d be nice to get milk.  And some ordinary food.”

And that was how we found ourselves in the supermarket on a bitter, rainy day, rubbing shoulders with the grumpiest, most dour-faced old fuddy-duddies I’ve seen for a long time.  And the scattering of younger folks were little better.  It was unusual for Morrison’s.  We settled on this supermarket because the people are generally cheerful and polite.

“What’s wrong with this lot today?” I asked Graham.

“Like as not they’ve just today realised how much money they’ve spent over the holiday.”

“Ah.  You’re probably right.”

“I take it we’re not in the same state?”

“Goodness, no.  In fact I just this morning paid the last of the bills off.  Our Christmas is all bought and paid for.”

“Wow.  Who’s a clever chicken, then?”

“Me.  Me.  Me.”

And so we poddled along, got to the check-out, paid our bill with the welcome aid of a £25 coupon from the supermarket, the reward for saving check-out receipts since November, and walked out into a fresh blast of icy rain and horrid, cruel wind.

We didn’t like that, but even so we ended up smiling, and drove away to leave the grumpies to their own devices.

Bring out the ham, this turkey is finished

We’ve been plodding away dutifully at our turkey joint–a stuffed crown prepared jobbie–and at lunchtime today Graham announced that we’ve done.

“Just a couple of scraps left,” he said.  “Not enough for a decent sandwich, leave alone a proper meal.”

“Aren’t we good boys, then.  Time to bring out the ham?”

“Yup.  We shall start it for dinner tonight.”

“Yummity scrummity.”

And so the Christmas feast goes on, day to day.  Full tummy and empty head, that’s me.

The comfort of a good snore

My Christmas lunch yesterday filled me to the gunnels, leaving me content and … droozy.  I seem to have done little but doze and sleep in the twenty-four hours since.  Graham, who is obliged to eat far smaller portions, did much the same.

So the little house under the pines has been a place filled with the gentle and sometimes not so gentle sound of snoring.

Well, it’s one way to spend a good Christmas.