This brings to mind an old builder who once did some work for me when L was a tiny baby. He had a shock of red hair, a Father Christmas beard, a huge belly and was permanently covered in brick dust. He never wore a watch because he said every single one he'd ever owned had stopped working within a week of him putting it on. He put it down to his energy interfering with the battery.
My enduring memory of him is tied up with the health visitor arriving to see L. The visit didn't start well- the door knob came off in her hand and she tripped over a pile of bricks stacked up in the front room. She'd barely regained her footing before this hairy vision in brick dust leapt over the bricks, scooped her up in an enormous bear hug and planted the biggest lip-smacking kiss you've ever seen on her cheek. There was a long moment of startled silence before I explained that she was the health visitor come to see L, not the friend he'd mistaken her for.
M is on at me to get a MacBook. I have resisted so far because of the price, but when you tot up how much has gone on the ones that have stopped working I probably should have just got a Mac in the first place and been done with it.
I'm tempted because the only bit of hardware that has worked consistently for me for four years is my iPhone. It's getting rather elderly and the battery has just begun to misfire. My sis in law recently splurged on an iPhone 7 and sings its praises, especially the camera. Which is another consideration, because I find I don't use my SLR camera all that much anymore- it's just too easy to put a small phone in your pocket rather than lug a big piece of kit around. If I got an updated iPhone and a MacBook the two could talk to one another and there'd be no more cursing when photos refused to upload to computers..... My resistance to the idea is being worn down by circumstance.....
L likes to shake his head sagely whenever we discuss Apple, conveying in one worldy-wise gesture the superior tech-savvy knowledge of a teenager for whom Apple products fall way beneath the cool/ reliable/ value for money criteria he holds dear. No longer being a teenager and therefore long ago having abandoned cynicism-chic, I've been sitting here this afternoon while M trundles down to Exeter to return J to uni, looking at the various financially-painful Apple-Related options.
It's a good excuse to sit down. Although my legs have recovered from the 13 miler on Thursday (a reasonably-paced Parkrun yesterday proved it, during which time I made friends with an old boy with a Father Christmas beard and a barrel-chest - I'm seeing a worrying pattern developing here - who gave me some sage advice about marathon training), the rest of me hasn't. I'm feeling tired so an easy afternoon seems just the ticket. M did a cross country championship race yesterday and fell over in the mud. They announced it on the loud hailer. Several hundred people heard. Honestly.
Maybe if I write some more nice things about Apple they'll give me a phone and computer for free?
Hope all are well,