Last night, when I was sitting with my laptop perched on the arm of the lounge beside me, Adam asked me where the iPod sync cable was. Without thinking I twisted round to rummage amongst the detritus on the coffee table beside the lounge. Adam yelped and reached for my plummeting laptop, he made contact and slowed the descent, but it was no good. It must have hit at just the wrong angle, I picked it up and this is what I saw:
Luckily we have Adam's defunct MacBook, that is the same model and has a perfectly good screen, to raid for spare parts. We might even be able to swap out the airports in the hope of fixing my flakey wireless problems as well. Assuming we don't stuff up the whole process entirely.
Today I am grateful for a techy hubby, a house full of half-dead computers and more functioning computers than we really need and, above all, complete and recent back-ups which mean I'm not even slightly concerned about the possibility of everything going horribly wrong when we attempt MacBook surgery.
Step one: Obtain weird-arse screwdriver for undoing funky screws, what's the bet Bunnings won't have it?
Wish us luck!
Update: It turns out we didn't have quite the same model laptops and a couple of cables had different connectors. One was the wireless card - easy fixed by swapping his old one into my machine. The other was the inverter. Adam tried doing a bit of re-wiring to attach the old connector to the new cable but when he plugged it all in and hit the power button there was an ominous ffttzz sound and no illumination for the screen. The screen is working - you can see the display if you shine a bright light on it, it's just not backlit. So I'm using one of the big desktop screens for the moment and Adam's going to have another go at the wiring tonight.
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