I used to love my blackberry. It had all the keys and did simple things, and I could talk to all my friends for free on the messenger. Perfect.
But then I decided to get an iphone. I don’t know why, I hate iphones. It was just one of those whimsical decisions, possibly due to the fact that often when having dinner with my father and sister they start talking about ‘angry birds’ and ‘winky pigs’ and ‘have you got this app? And my eyes glaze over as I am fazed out of the conversation, the same look I get when my mum starts talking about cleaning products.
So I got one. Madness ensued. What the hell is wrong with the auto correct? You have to be totally on your game, otherwise you send all sorts of rubbish, for example when I text a friend to say I couldn’t do something as I had used all my holiday. My fat fingers failed to put the space between the words ‘all’ and ‘my’ and it changed it to ‘Sally’. He replied to ask me to read the message, and then to send it so it wasn’t so cryptic.
The worst one was when I sent a text to Chop, asking her about her night with some choice words I wouldn’t generally use. My beloved iphone scrambled my phone book, and it was sent to a member of my family. Interesting explanations ensued.
Apparently I’m not the only one suffering in this way. There are often emails sent round with funny autocorrect fails, I just don’t want to feature on one of them!!
As you may know, I’m notoriously bad with technology. My sister added the gay in San Francisco app (just what every straight English girl needs!) and I couldn’t for the life of me work out how to remove it, yet I managed to a accidentally remove the camera, an apparently integral piece of the phone that you “just cannot delete”, according to Geordie’s boyfriend. All I can say is thank goodness for Dave, who managed to reinstall it, all the while shaking his head and marvelling at how I do it. What can I say? We all have a talent!
Come back walkie talkie house phone, all is forgiven! (now nana needs to go find her dentures 🙂 )