I am driving the lady wife nuts with my online searches for food. I began prepping for Brexit so we are using my stocks to tick over. I still have lots of coffee, washing up liquid, and baked beans. Getting fresh stuff has been very problematic because none of the supermarket delivery services have free slots left for the next three weeks and, despite dying twice then suffering a major stroke that has left me disabled, I am not classified as "vulnerable"! I guess they take the view that anyone who kicks the Grim Reaper's ass will find some bread and cheese eventually. The latest order, from a butcher in Scotland who supplies the Queen, went well...not! The moron driving the delivery truck delivered my package of beef to the wrong address! So, I am trying a farm in Ripon, Yorkshire next. They have some of my favourite Algerian style Merguez spicy lamb sausages.
I have spent the last week trying to download COD: MW 2019 but it keeps getting stuck with 50GB to go.
My back is playing up awfully. Once that improves, I have a tower PC to rebuild. It's a former Medion Erazer gaming system for which I have bought a new HDD and 16GB RAM. When it is up and running, I am going to devote it to folding to see if we can crack this virus's DNA.
You can expect to see me in the servers very soon.