That's twice!

It's chaos. The chairwoman wants to bring them round. I am no secretary, my friend is but she has just taken over all the newsy stuff to send to the central office that sends out the magazines. There is a secretary but in name only - deaf, half blind and mumbles but insists on trying to read out minutes nevertheless. Seriously, it's Jam and Jerusalem. Lovely woman though, in fact so is the Chair. It's just that I had really wanted to leave and not get so involved just yet, but I watch it all with a sort of horrified fascination and find myself getting sucked in.

Last month a lecturer cancelled. Chair was livid, but friend said that the lecturer was too, he said he couldn't find an email number for her to let her know, and when he tried to ring to tell her she was out and there wasn't even an answerphone! All went a bit quiet and we moved swiftly on to 'other matters'.

That is the trouble, they are all lovely women (or men) It is just that they are still at least 30 years behind everyone else.

I think you should take up the chairwoman's suggestion that you show her how it is done. Sit her down beside you, scan or type in the info sheet and fire it off to the email-holders with one click of the finger. While you are sitting at the computer, find a website for a different group and show her that, so that she can see how the rest of the wortld is living.

She will be either impressed or horrified.

I know! Horrified that she hasn't done it before, I hope. I'm more worried about how patient I shall be actually... If I could manage a class of 30 four year olds, I should manage a woman in her 60s, it's just that my expectations may be somewhat higher.

Stock up with gold stars, and prepare the naughty step.

What an excellent idea.

Not old, in her early 60s . Love it janerowena.

Today I tried to blow an icon that had popped up onto my mobile screen away. Just to let you all know that I am almost as batty, not quite, as my friend.

Ah! and yesterday, while reading a text on my mobile I was asked by DH to unplug the lawn mower from the lounge. I strode across the room, put my foot in a toddler's wooden trolly, my leg shot out from under me, the other one went sideways and I landed in slow-motion on my back onto a pile of lego. DH, bless him, stood by the patio door saying 'Are you OK?' OF COURSE I'M BLOODY WELL NOT, UNPLUG IT YOURSELF!!!!' I am such a charmer when hurt.

Flower So sorry but.............

Oh dear, I hope you were ok!

These IT-related incidents can happen to people of any age. I often have to evade younger persons who are texting while walking. I don't know how they avoid lamp posts! (Also I have seen a thread for younger people somewhere where they confessed to trying to use their computer games controller to move something in real life!)

Maybe they have an app on their phones to geo-locate the lamp posts en route!

Flowerofthewest copyright that idea quickly!

I've just squirted deodorant all over my hair prior to blow drying it!!

Oh dear. Hope it isn't flammable?