What do you mean, it’s half past ten on Friday morning? Not if I say it isn’t.
I am cracking slightly under the various things I have to do. In an exchange of emails last night, the final one to me ended ‘see you tomorrow morning.” I replied to the rest of the mail, then added “what’s happening tomorrow morning?” before remembering, fortunately before sending it, that I’d asked for the meeting at 8.30. I asked for it during the afternoon. This high level of organisation lark isn’t really for me. Not in an ongoing fashion, at any rate, though I can jump to it in a crisis.
The Sage’s computer skills are coming on no end and he confidently deals with all his own emails now. He did have a tendency to write them to himself or draft and not send, but this has been dealt with by giving him a googlemail account instead of his hotmail one (I do not use the address that comes with the provider in case we change; you cannot persuade people to delete an old email address) – gmail has a far easier layout to understand. However, a few minutes ago, he asked me for someone’s address. “Just start putting his name in and it’ll come up from your address list,” I advised. A few minutes later I went to check … he’d googled him instead. I explained again the difference between googling, looking up an address or phone number, and emailing, and advised him again to use the correct word each time. Every time he wants me to look up a phone number, he asks me to google it and thinks I’m no end pedantic when I ask if he wants me to look on BT. But if you say it correctly you’re more likely to do the right thing automatically. Like, if you mispronounce a word you are less likely to remember how to spell it.