As regular readers will know, I'm an apple (as in Mac) girl. I am in the very fortunate position (thanks to hard work!) of owning an iMac and an iBook. Well, the iMac was a work purchase and the iBook was a gift from my husband from those long-lost days of free-flowing cash. Both (the Mac equipment, not the husband!) are considered vintage by the company that created them. Hmmmm.
Today, I was innocently updating the iMac, not really paying attention to the software update whilst also on the phone. BIG mistake. Whatever was UPloaded has rendered my beautiful iMac incapable of even starting up again.
It is stuck in the limbo land. I texted my husband who texted his techno geek friend, who is our Mac guru. And the verdict? It could be terminal, according to my husband. I do not use these words lightly.
On that computer are all our photographs - from 2001 onwards, including our engagement and wedding. And every single photo that we have taken since we embraced digital photography. The dog. Our life in London. Our leaving our life in London. The housebuild. Our holidays. Our friends. Our diminished families. The emails we first sent to each other (yes, I did save them before!). The novels I started but never finished. Blah, blah, blah. Yes, we have backed up but not recently and it's on a separate drive that we cannot access because...it's linked to the iMac.
We also have apple care (one of those expensive insurance packages that has probably run out) but my husband thinks there is only one solution. A trip to the nearest apple store with both computers so that we can save what we can.
The implications of this innocent software update have not hit me yet but my husband assures me that THIS IS IT.
I just don't know what to say. Literally.