My sister, her young man and I are planning a visit to the Loire in October. He has been doing all the research, which I heartily approve of, because I have a short attention span – I usually don’t mind, and can’t be doing with more that a choice of three at best. I’m a nightmare in a travel agency and worse online because there is Too Much Choice.
Having, between us, agreed all the details (well, he suggested, I said yes), he emailed to say that the booking was confirmed. Yay!
I emailed back, cc-ing my sister
Now, doesn’t that say it all to you? I thought it did. But I had a phone call this evening from my sister, whom I shall call Wink.
Wink – Bod and I had a most peculiar email from you.
Z – What?
Wink – it was all signs and symbols and we didn’t understand it.
Z (who had forgotten all about the email, having received another one from Bod in the meantime) – oh my god, don’t say that I”ve been spammed and you are getting dodgy stuff in my name!
Wink – I don’t know – it didn’t send us anywhere, but it didn’t make sense.
Z (starting to have an inkling) – what was it?
Wink – well, there was a colon and then..
Interrupting Z – haven’t you come across emoticons?
Explanations ensued. I felt a little silly. I expect she felt sillier. I mean, really.