Oh my Brothers, a nice young man from Virgin called round yesterday to "see me right" - ooer!
A black man, tall and slim. Spoke, and had the same bawdy laugh, like Bob Grant in On The Buses. I half-expected him to have a fag behind his ear. He left me with a square box with Broadband written on it.
Husband went up the wall. Did I not tell him to install it? he demanded somewhat rhetorically. I shrugged. Give it to the Kids to set up, I suggested. Isn't that what we normally do? He went a funny colour. I went outside for a fag.
I have no sympathy. He knows I know nothing about this kind of shit. Even to leave me in the same room as someone technical is a disaster. Don't know what his bloody problem is. We've got thricefold the crap programmes on TV now, haven't we? We've got a landline, haven't we? We've got internet, haven't we? Why should he get het up over a bloody square box?
This bloody technology shit. Two hours in and it causes aggrevation. I wind up my clock and sit down to write a letter like in olden times.
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Just make sure your envelope fits through that little slot-thing, or they'll charge you double!
My husband is obsessed with technology, and I love my cell phone and laptop. But I can't operate the complicated TV system to save my life. He loses his patience with me on a daily basis--oh well...
A lot of the blogs I read are changing format and shit...I feel like...hell i am being left behind in the dust.
I'll be the last blog out here pluggin' along with a damn pencil and some loose leaf.
Being old is all the hell I expected and more.
This modern age baffles me - or it used to until I met my young Mr FF who has patiently drummed technology into me until I am now able to test software.
It's funny how the right teacher can make everything come right - it all used to be too complex to understand but now I am quite good at setting up equipment. You need Mr FF for an hour or two.
Have you bought a house yet?
Lovies, treasures, was just passing by my local library and thought I'd look in.
How lovely to see your "faces".
My lovely Dotterel, I have terrible trouble in commenting on your great blog, don't know why. Will sort it. Or someone will.
And yes, Elizabeth, I know what you mean. Whats wrong with getting up and changing the channel thats what I want to know. Alright, you may come a bit unstuck with SKY but....
You are anything but left behind, @eloh, in fact you're very much out in front. But yes, you're right, being old is shite!
My darling FF, yes, send him right away. Now. No house sale yet but am going to see a super one tonight so keep 'em crossed.
xxxxxxx
Hee hee! Good to have you back tho'!
Thats why I pay people....
just love your blog. Was time for a bit of a catch up as have been off pretending to be a good mother in the sumemr. So, have shimmied through Poland and laughed out loud - and being a sour old crow that doesn't happen often.
Aptly enough, my word verif is backy. spooky.
He didnt 'sort you out' then?
Call him back, he's got to connect it.
These fandangled gadgets....I dont have a clue either. What is an ipod? what is blackberry? What do they do?
I prefer snail mail and tin cans on the end of a string! Much more simplified.
Have a great weekend
RMxx
Your output is faltering.c
Hi Jenny. How you doing? Love Suzysoo xx
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