I was playing the organ for a funeral this afternoon and ran through the hymns, which was fine, and then started to practise the voluntaries, and found that one of the keys was sticking, an E. Which was a bit of a nuisance. I had to keep flipping it up with a spare finger. If that occasionally happens at our own church, I can, as a last resort, work out which pipe it is and disconnect it, but these were boxed in. Fortunately, it’s a two-manual organ, so I played the other one. It was all right for the hymns as, by chance, neither of them used that note. The final voluntary was in E flat so that was all right too.
The lady who had died was 85 years old and had lived in the village nearly all her life, until she moved into a retirement bungalow after her husband died, two years ago. She’d married a local man, and some of their friends had known them since schooldays. I don’t think that would be the case with many people now.
One of the things that other smartphones are, apparently, better at than iPhones are notifications. It’s set up for one email address but, like many people, I have several. The other day, I read about an app that does it all for you, so I downloaded it, and started to set it up – Facebook messages came through quickly (I have Facebook on the phone too, but it doesn’t notify me that regularly) but when I put on an email account, the promised email to confirm didn’t arrive. Eventually, I discovered (ahem) that I’d mistyped the address. I’d put (actually, this is a bit embarrassing) gmali. And there didn’t seem to be any way to change it. I even went on the website and it seems that no one else has done this silly a thing – though mind you, lots of people change their emails, so there should be provision.
I’ve sorted it out, I deleted the app, reinstalled it and set the whole thing up again, correctly. So now it works nicely and will save me checking several little-used emails every day. I have to say, having this phone really keeps me away from the computer, it’s brilliant. I used to check things and, having sat down, stayed there for a while. Now, I leave it alone unless I’ve got work to do. It’s the reason posts are written late at night, mostly. And occasionally from my bed, when I realise at the last that I’ve forgotten about it. Not that I feel I *have* to write something every day of course, you understand. Or maybe I do. Hm.