I’m not unusual (really, surely?) in getting a good many emails, many of them quite unwelcome. Over the holiday period, I got quite cross when, on Christmas Day,. I had a number of advertising emails. You’d think they could leave us alone for once in a while.
You’d think I’d simply unsubscribe or mark them as spam – trouble is that firms I use are as much nuisance as those I don’t. John Lewis, for example, sends frequent advertisements, often to boast that they’re matching a competitor’s prices (which I thought they were supposed to do all the time) – and I buy from them sometimes, just not what they advertise. And then I had an email complaining that I haven’t been buying what they advertise. I wasn’t too pleased. And last year I bought seeds from two companies, both of which send ‘updates’ at least once a week. Liz Earle, whose face cleanser is the best I’ve ever used, is a pain in the arse with its constant ads.
And while I’m on the subject, I do get quite irritated by the language they use. “Hurry,” for example. “Last chance!” – which it never is, of course. “When it’s gone, it’s gone” is probably the cream of the crop for annoyance value. “We miss you,” they sometimes whine. ‘Just for you.” Though yesterday, Boots suggested I might enjoy a free NHS Eye Health check. I have my eyes tested every year and I’ve never enjoyed it yet.
Anyway, when I got home after my various Yuletide visits, I went to the computer to mark all these things as spam, thinking that they’d then be diverted to the spam folder rather than the inbox, but that I could retrieve them if I wanted to. But it wasn’t as simple as that, it wanted to stop them coming … oh, the ins and outs are boring and I can’t bother you with them – nor me, actually – and in the end I succumbed to downloading the gmail app. And so the advertising emails go into the designated folder and I simply don’t look at them (occasionally at the subject line, just to be sure there’s nothing I actually do want to read). There are several hundred of them. I feel rather more free than I did. But I’m still a bit annoyed at having to download google.
It’s evidently been a quiet day at the Zeddary – or anyway, it was. LT is here now and all is gaiety and hahahaha.