As one Window Closes...

The nice thing about running an eBay or Amazon shop is the facility to turn it off and on at the click of a mouse. High Street businesses would dream of being able to switch themselves and their overheads off without notice whenever they felt like it. Mary Portas would be delighted.  I well remember the trauma of salaried holidays - the ignominy of trying to book a few days off with a boss who used holidays as a power trip and the dread of returning from a break to find out what political mayhem had been engineered in your absence.

None of that in our business - I turned our shop back on as we drove home on the A14 last Tuesday and by Wednesday we had about 10 orders all ready to ship around the Globe. Marvellous.

Or it would have been had we not discovered a significant disadvantage in working the Internet economy. Our PC blew up on Wednesday.

Yes we have a laptop and can also run the sales stuff from our phones but the main business records, printing and all our photography now lay entombed in a frozen hard disk/doorstop. But then you discover that  hardware is not the real problem.

We ordered a new PC and monitor from PC World's "refurbished" department for under £300 and it arrived at the front door by 9.30am next morning preceded by a helpful text from Gav at the 'sortation facility'. Marvellous. Just need to plug in, restore a few files from back up disks and we will be rocking and rolling!

Er, not quite.

I hadn't bargained for Mr Gates at Microsoft beavering away over the last few years and turning faithful old Windows Vista into something called Windows 8. It was like a bad dream in which I walk into the local pub only to find it has been taken over and transformed overnight into an 18-22 dance club with flashing blue lights and flashing green drinks. Where are the two wizened old chaps with the duelling guitars?

I've always prided myself on being quite computer savvy having possessed most versions of Windows from 3.1 to Vista, but Windows 8 has left me completely "glazed" and struggling like the old bloke at the front of the Sainsburies self checkout shouting back at the voices. "What do you mean, 'unexpected item'? They're your bloody muffins!".

Apart from the touch screen interface (which is probably OK if you have an, er,  touch screen), the random behaviour of the email 'app' and the invisibility of basic controls (like switching off), my beloved ancient  Photoshop doesn't work on it and I've had to buy (and start learning) the latest Photoshop Elements to process the hundreds of product pictures a month we rely on.

Here's a graphical representation of me in the last few days:

At least we aren't alone in being stretched mentally - Lily and Holly started agility classes on Thursday evening.