no fair :-(
I had one of Portisheads songs going in my head so I put one of their CDs on and it's amazing how I'd forgotten how much I like their music.
I've just had another short row with my father over the telephone. Over setting up my mothers computer with broadband there, if they want my help then ask nicely, don't just say 'What have you done with the homepage?' nag, nag, nag, when I'm literally serving up my dinner. How about saying, 'Darling, I know you helped me greatly yesterday by fixing all the cock-ups I'd made and got our broadband working again, and that you changed our homepage to one that wasn't a slow start because of our slow start connection problems to one that wasn't going straight into a secure login setting, and that not only did you tell me you were changing the page but showed me exactly where it was listed in the Favourites folder and that I agreed was a good place and could you remind me how to find it again?' You know the kind of thing, a grateful opening line that acknowledged all the work I did and that I'd showed him exactly where and how to find it. But no, 'what have you done with our homepage?' in a peeved voice gets my back right up. So I snapped back. As you do.
I wouldn't mind but he works with computers all day. How can anyone work with a computer all day and really not understand how to use the internet, basics like security, (especially when online banking) and accessing email via Outlook Express.
Tilly took me over to my parents yesterday with a change of plan, so Tilly and my father brought their garden bench over to here now which down by the gate into the woods, (that's three garden benches now - massive garden, loads of room for hundreds more of them!) and so i ended up sorting out my mum's computer. Then we went into town and then back here. I hardly saw Tilly at all which was a bugger. He rang me at 5.05am today - the git and he didn't even remember it.
I've nearly got all the tags on here sorted, so easy for me with my memory problems to simply access what I want to find or remind myself of something, and then catch up on friends posts again.
I've just had another short row with my father over the telephone. Over setting up my mothers computer with broadband there, if they want my help then ask nicely, don't just say 'What have you done with the homepage?' nag, nag, nag, when I'm literally serving up my dinner. How about saying, 'Darling, I know you helped me greatly yesterday by fixing all the cock-ups I'd made and got our broadband working again, and that you changed our homepage to one that wasn't a slow start because of our slow start connection problems to one that wasn't going straight into a secure login setting, and that not only did you tell me you were changing the page but showed me exactly where it was listed in the Favourites folder and that I agreed was a good place and could you remind me how to find it again?' You know the kind of thing, a grateful opening line that acknowledged all the work I did and that I'd showed him exactly where and how to find it. But no, 'what have you done with our homepage?' in a peeved voice gets my back right up. So I snapped back. As you do.
I wouldn't mind but he works with computers all day. How can anyone work with a computer all day and really not understand how to use the internet, basics like security, (especially when online banking) and accessing email via Outlook Express.
Tilly took me over to my parents yesterday with a change of plan, so Tilly and my father brought their garden bench over to here now which down by the gate into the woods, (that's three garden benches now - massive garden, loads of room for hundreds more of them!) and so i ended up sorting out my mum's computer. Then we went into town and then back here. I hardly saw Tilly at all which was a bugger. He rang me at 5.05am today - the git and he didn't even remember it.
I've nearly got all the tags on here sorted, so easy for me with my memory problems to simply access what I want to find or remind myself of something, and then catch up on friends posts again.