Now this is not what I thought it was. My first reaction was too laugh out loud because my iMac had somehow been a bit naughty overnight and managed to procreate. Alas, it wasn’t to be champagne and little nibbley things. It was the opposite.
An imminent death! So I kept the nibbley things idea going in case I needed to hold a wake. Just replace the champagne with sherry.
After a little research, I discovered that in fact an invalid sibling is something very serious and resulted in my iMac refusing to start and telling me so in nine languages. Luckily I have a Macbook, on which I conducted the research. I could have used my wife’s Macbook too, if it hadn’t been for the fact that I was in the middle of installing some extra memory for her and her little white Macbook was in a number of pieces. Good timing!
The internet is wonderful in situations like this. I found one hundred remedies for an invalid sibling. Unfortunately, after hours of trying, none worked. So I am now watching my iMac attempt to reinstall from the original disks. Time remaining: 22 minutes! The bad news is that it has been showing that for over an hour now. My confidence is waning rapidly.
If all fails I will march off to my local Mac repair man. Then hope like hell that my back up procedure was perfect. Fingers crossed.
It is only at times like this that my beloved little Apple Macs become, well, ordinary damn troublesome computers.