YOU can’t get to see all your friends personally at Christmas so why not take advantage of modern technology and text them?
I suppose texting people is a bit old fashioned these days. There’s a little lens at the top of my laptop lid which they say you can turn into a two-way camera and smile at people on the other side of the world.
How clever is that on Christmas Day?
I had half a dozen people wishing me a Happy Christmas on Facebook. Wish I knew how that dratted thing works. It sounds good fun posting on a wall or wanting to be friends or liking someone’s status, but it’s a bit inhuman. You wouldn’t actually say that, would you?
“Granny, we have seven friends in common and another two want to be our friends. I like your status and can I post on your wall? By the way, the mince pies are nice. May I have another?”
Texting has its hazards. It pays to check that the predictive text has got it right before you press that fatal and final button.
Predictive text, for those who don’t know (and who could blame you?) tries to guess what you want to type into your message before you finish the word.
Pip sent one to friends in London. “We are exhausted and about to sit in front of the TV with a seventh glass of wind.”
Back came the slightly bemused response: “Didn’t you get enough wind with the sprouts? Big hugs to all (but not too tight).”
