Hi,
I had to remove the printer plug from the wall, I know one shouldn't do this, but I had to.
When I reinserted the plug back into the wall the printer doesn't respond. The printer
screen just shows the CANON logo which is lit. Pressing the on/off switch doesn't do anything.
Anyone have any clue how to resolve this issue?
Would be very grateful indeed
For almost a year I moped around the house generally feeling sorry for myself and regularly refused requests from family and mates to join them on nights out, convinced that they were seeking to pair me up with random female friends and not having the slightest interest in entering into another relationship. I desperately missed my wife still and also missed physical contact and intimacy, although I reacquainted myself frequently with the less satisfying joys of internet porn and masturbation
the hot girls in lingerieI'd stopped visiting many of our joint friends, purely because most of them were couples and I couldn't stand the constant out-pouring of sympathy and comments like "You'll meet someone else," or "There's still someone out there for you."
the lingerie stockingsHowever, from the outset, there was one mate that refused to allow me to completely drown in self-pity. Billy and I had been mates long before I got married, we worked for the same company and the two of us shared similar interests as well as a wicked sense of humour and an often-outspoken admiration for many of the females in our offices. The one difference between us was that Billy had on a number of occasions satisfied his lust outside of his marriage, something I had never been tempted to do having been content with window shopping and general good-humoured flirting. Billy was always quick to take me into his confidence about these flings and never spared the details when it came to describing how his latest hook-up had performed.
the sexy girls in lingerieBilly and his wife Karen had been true friends from the moment I'd been left alone and had ensured that I regularly spent time with them, or at times when I'd refused a request to go see them, had simply turned up at my door armed with wine and take-away food and announced they were there for the evening whether I liked it or not. The truth is that although I protested and moaned, I was extremely grateful for their company even if I sometimes didn't realise it until after they had left.
