You can't say I don't try to keep up to date. But it's very difficult when you really, genuinely believe that the new ways are rubbish. Take email. Mine's not working. The result is that people send you a message, think you're ignoring them and go elsewhere. I phoned someone yesterday to give her some information and she snapped: "Send me an email". She'd hung up before I could explain my email was down. We seem to be losing our ability to communicate. Do you think one day evolution will deprive us of our voices because they're no longer useful? What's more our hands will be a row of thumbs for texting! All these youngsters are going to come to a sticky end when they develop arthritis in their digits.
Now how's that for a "Keep Britain Smiling" piece of work? Better out than in, as the saying goes!
Spring has definitely sprung this week, hasn't it? The air is vibrant with bird song, the days are an acceptable length and the daffodils bring joy every time you glance out of the window. I've been asking that Grey Squirrel to move out of his house but to no avail and have therefore contacted the Red Squirrel Project, based in Dundee which seems a bit odd. Haven't seen many Red Squirrels around the Caird Hall! I don't want to do this, but it seems that it's irresponsible not to. Any views?
Ah - my email has just woken up. Oh - no it hasn't. One message has come in, but the outbox is still full. Grrrr.
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