It was around Easter, and a war started very near to my house. Both sides were very cautious about making offensive moves. At the same time, a new female Prime Minister came to power. The press was very suspicious about what she'd do, so I wrote a ranty paragraph about how they shouldn't stereotype female leaders just because of Margaret Thatcher. I intended to put it on my website, but I never got round to it.
While I'd been away at university the previous term, my family had become very interested in a series of books. Our house had a section that was a bookshop, so I asked them about a few of them, then picked up one that had a dark green cover, was oval in shape, came in an open-sided box and cost twenty pounds. They told me it was a bit bungled and not very good.
They had also become interested in really long fancy colourful beaded necklaces. They gave me one, and put it on me. It went round my neck twice. Although it looked a bit out of place with my black clothes I liked it, but I took it off again.
The war was getting more violent and I was worried that the house would catch fire. I decided to back up my stories on disc, so I could get them out of the house quickly, just in case. I went to my room to do so. Before I turned the computer on, I tried to put on the necklace, but in order to do so, I needed to free a spherical blue bead that was in its centre. I couldn't be bothered removing all the other beads and trying to put them back on in the right order, so I turned on my computer. I remembered that I had left a CD in the drive, so as it initialised, I took it out and put it back in again. A cross between Windows and RISCOS loaded. I tried to open the C drive anyway, but the icons were so strange, I decided to remove the CD altogether and restart the computer.
