Category: General

Life is a bit full

I was walking home from the train station the other evening and thought ‘I should write something, it feels like years since I did’. Then I composed a rather good blog post in my head before I get home.

Scroll forward some days or weeks and I really should have written it down.

I’m trialling Marsedit (now the brings back some memories) as it might be easier to just compose a few drafts and to see where I go from there. I have tried on my phone, but I’m getting older and refusing to accept I might need to get varifocals so can only use my phone for editing if it’s an inch from my nose, or at arms length. Neither of those are very comfortable.

Quick update time!

I’m getting married. I’ve never tried that before, nor had the full desire to. That’ll need it’s own post.

I’m back at a Senior Corporate Level, despite trying very hard not to be. Things float eh?

I’ve learned a lot about myself these past few years, and it’s all good

The World really seems to have turned into a stinking rubbish fire – but there are still good people in it.

That feels like some good prompts to write later. Sometimes I feel I would have liked to have a look through the things I’ve deleted – but I’d probably wish I could write that prolifically again.

Goodbye Social Media

When I stopped smoking one of the things I noticed was just how much time I had. Nothing wastes a bit of time just sitting and having a smoke.

I’ve started to feel the same way about Social Media. I deleted my Facebook account nearly a year ago – have not missed it. But I have also been spending too much time on Twitter.

Now I think your Twitter experience is very dependent on who you follow. Well, if you’re a man that is. If you’re a woman itt seems to be a constant garbage fire.

I follow Historians and authors and do come across some interesting things. But even then the amount of drivel and noise is incredible. And it’s a constant source of information. One or two hours can just fly by.

I want my time back.

So I deleted the Twitter app from my phone. I’m guaranteed to get three hours a day back. That’s an incredible amount of time. Now I need to put it to use.

Sigh, Luddites

Herself, does not like Technology. At all.

If she has to use it (like most people not living in a log cabin) then it should just work and cause no problems. Her work mobile phone broke this morning. Refused to charge, the bugger.

Reader, it was the end of the World.

So as she’s travelling on business tomorrow, work dispatched her another phone and this is where I came into things – because I’m obviously there to set it up. Anybody who has any technical skills understands this – you are the free family tech support unit.

“Okay, don’t touch it, I’ll set it up later” (because I’m kind)

[time passes]

“What’s the WiFi password?”

“I told you to leave it and not touch it, I’d set it up…”

“I did”

“Um, so why do you need the WiFi password?”

“Because the new phone is asking for it”

[Proverbially rubs temples] “That REALLY sounds like you’ve touched the phone though…”

“I just turned it on….”

“…”

“…”

“I’ll wait for you”

“THAT WOULD BE BEST”

Fresh

I’ve given up on Facebook. Twitter is okay for news that isn’t from the general media. Instagram is not too bad, although I fear for it’s future. I don’t understand Snapchat. I miss the old days of Blogs. So I’ve wiped everything and let’s give it a go…start again.

Jayzuz I’ve forgotten everything about installing WP though. Thank goodness for one click installers, because I’m in no mood to mess arund with databases and confg files (is it even still done that way?). Give me a few years and I’ll struggle with remote controls.

Long form writing, used to be so easy…so rusty now though.

Christmas is nearly upon us. ‘Love Actually’ is back in the TV schedule. It’s a guilty pleasure. Airports can be lonely places or lovely places. I was away for a business trip last week. Landed quite late and I managed to sprint through passport control (practice). Herself was ‘minutes away’ in the car – which I know by now that means ten minutes of waiting in the cold for me. As i emerged into Arrivals there was a young family waiting for the Father. A young boy stood well in front of his Mum and Sister. How did I know? We live in enlightened times so they could be waiting for their own Herself. Well because the young fella announced quite loudly “Oh! You’re not my Dad’

I was tired. Couldn’t resist it…as I walked past the Young lad saying a quiet “Sez you”

Out of the terminal and into the cold with the echo of “Muuum..??” behind me.

Well you have to entertain yourself sometimes.