Hearthly wrote:
I'm on leave this week so today me and Mrs Hearthly went kettle shopping at Curry's via Maccy D's. (There are loads of nice eateries to choose from but we both just fancied a Maccy D's.)
Anyway, the kettles ranged from £13 to £80 (£80 FOR A FUCKING KETTLE), we settled on this midrange £35 affair that we agreed had the most generously sized spout to enable easy filling via the spout rather than taking the lid off.
It boils water very well and overall I would recommend this kettle to friends.
I'm hoping that tomorrow will feature more shagging and less kettle shopping.
845/1000
So this fuckface of a shit kettle brought my works Christmas do to an early end yesterday (for me at least).
At about 5pm I got a WhatsApp message from Mrs Hearthly asking for the password for the Minecraft Server PC account (which I've already given her, but anyway), as the power had tripped (hard powering the server down) and she needed to get it running again. (She'd already flipped the power back on at the master fuse box.)
A short while later I got a message asking if there was any reason why all of Jnr's buildings in her world looked cut in half. (Obviously some of the world files had been corrupted when the power effectively got yanked, and this is a MASSIVE world.) She'd already tried restarting the server and the client PCs with no change.
Then she said she'd ring me so I excused myself from the conversation I was having and took the call outside. I could hear Jnr screaming and wailing like a banshee in the background, banging and throwing things around (she's autistic and stuff like this causes a full-on meltdown).
The server backs up at 10pm every night but there was no way I was going to be able to talk Mrs Hearthly through doing the restore with Jnr in that state, plus we'd been at the pub since mid-day so I was already quite merry.
I said 'I'll jump in a taxi and come home to get it sorted' and she's like 'But it's your work Christmas do' to which I said 'This is more important'.
So I grabbed my stuff, made my apologies and grabbed a taxi on the promenade, trip home is about 25-30 minutes, the house looked like a wrecking ball had gone through it from all the stuff Jnr had been chucking around, and she was wailing uncontrollably upstairs. (In the kitchen the kettle's light was on but the water in it was lukewarm, so I quickly surmised it'd blown its element, which would have tripped the power.)
Mrs Hearthly managed to coax her out of the room so I could concentrate on getting the restore done, it's a fairly quick process, and a few minutes later the server was restored back to how it'd been at 10pm last night. Jnr calmed down a little bit at the news, came downstairs and logged back in to check and was happy that everything was back to normal again, and over the next 2-3 hours gradually calmed back down to her usual self.
I think I'll get a UPS for the Minecraft Server, and praise jeebus for a proven backup and restore process.
Mrs Hearthly was saying that the world looked dreadful, like something had methodically sliced everything that Jnr had built in her world over thousands of hours into half, and that the sight of it in that state really upset her.
Anyway, so today I will be buying a new kettle, the last one didn't even last two years, shit thing.