This post may well be truncated because I might just have to throw my laptop out of the window. Bear with me a moment, while I take you on a long journey back into the dark ages.....
(did you just get that 'whooshing' noise, or was that only me?)
In the days of yore, well, all right, about ten years ago, but in technology terms that's pretty much the Paleolithic, I got a mobile phone. And golly did I feel all trendy and swish! It looked like this...
Technology and I do not get on. My children, who all grew up with iPhones and suchlike, tried to show me how it worked by going 'oh, it's easy, you press this this and this, then this, log in to this, press this twice, swipe the screen, and there it is'. I am sitting there, like that Stone Age man, with my mouth open and my fingers twitching reflexively, completely unable to follow what they are talking about.
So, to the point of this blog. Yesterday I travelled down to Oxford, for DD1's Graduation Day. She got into her robes and mortar board and received her degree and I was duly proud and properly tearful and everything, and took lots of pictures. Which are now, I regret to inform you, sealed good and proper into the New Phone. I tried to iCloud, logged in and everything, but whenever I try to upload (or, indeed, do anything) it tells me that Information is Missing and I have to go back to Apple Log In and start again. Which I do. And have done. Repeatedly. With the same result every time. Fortunately I can report that I did, eventually, manage to e-mail a picture to myself, although it would have been faster for me to reproduce the event in crayon. Look.
And while this may just be a picture to you, this represents many hours of swearing, searching my computer, downloading, losing it, downloading it again, losing the whole folder, throwing the phone, throwing the laptop, and cursing.
Oh, and three years of tough study, lots of essays, many words and late nights and much despair on the part of Vienna. So, well done her!
And a quietly smug me. I beat technology. So there.
Book Review: The Toymakers by Robert Dinsdale - Robert Dinsdale’s The Toymakers is a wonderful Do you remember when you believed in magic? It is 1917, and while war wages across Europe, in the heart of L...
2 days ago