FIRSTBORN is supposed to be tidying up his ‘stuff’ and having a good old clear-out of his bedroom in the run-up to start of the new university semester.
But there are just too many distractions.
Like the new laptop that his uncle bought him for his 18th birthday.
He’s been tapping away at it in the manner of an over-excited woodpecker, exclaiming from time to time: “It’s got fingerprint recognition’’ and other technical twaddle-speak that my brain tunes out to protect itself.
Of course, it has occurred to me that I should show more of an interest because when he’s away at uni I’ll have no technical support at home. And my IT skills, or lack of them, are a constant source of irritation – mainly to me – but also to The Boy.
My only comfort is that I know I’m not alone.
Firstborn’s friend Alex, who accompanied us to the pub quiz on Tuesday, thinks his mum’s even more inept. He offered the following as evidence: “The other day she called me downstairs where she was on the computer and said ‘Alex, I’m tired of this picture can you delete it for me?’’
The teenagers at the table thought this was exceedingly funny and fell about.
I’m still trying to get the joke.