I'd like to say how much I benefitted culturally, emotionally and industrially by being away from my Dell from Hell. That it gave me time to read and write and think, to dig the garden, get closer to nature and in touch with my inner self, to go for picnics and long sun-drenched gambolling walks picking daisies in the beautiful bucolically bountiful spring-flushed meadows of Wicklow. But, no. In truth I was as frustrated as a dog with one of those protective cones around it's head dying to lick it's balls, but unable. Yes, that was it exactly.
And to be fair to Mc Afee they did ring back today, were very apologetic, very polite and extremely helpful in fixing the problem.