Oh my days. Who knew that being with a much-reduced internet connection over the last week could be quite so traumatic?
The Teenager has gone through a whole range of emotions, from full-blown panic (‘how will I survive? I am utterly, totally disconnected’) to deep depression (‘wake me up when it’s over’).
I helpfully suggested he read a book or I don’t know, make something.
I was smartly told that whilst that may be acceptable for old people like me who went through their teenage years *gasp* without the internet, he’d rather sit in McDonalds like a saddo all day where they at least have free wifi, thank you very much.
Anyway, we’re back on track and a sense of normality has returned to our little cottage (it won’t last). In other news over this quiet week:
- I had a letter inviting me to my graduation ceremony next May and did I want to hire a cap and gown? Which means my degree results must be on their way, eek.
- The Teenager gave up his paper round. Enough said. You really don’t want to hear about it. Or the specially-extended lecture I gave him.
- My smartphone (so badly-named) decided to get in on the internet act and freeze at inopportune moments, leading to a telling-off at work. Boss – ‘oi, get off your phone’. Me -‘ I’m not on it, I’m waiting for it to unfreeze’. Boss – ‘right, no more coffee or chocolate at break times’. Me ‘be right with you, boss.’ To show how sorry I was, when the phone worked I sent him pictures of cats doing funny things as that always cheers him up.
- All the crafty bits I ordered for Christmas have arrived – candle wicks, wax pellets, craft knife, cutting mat, white card, Christmas essential oil, modelling clay and star-shaped cookie cutters. Much hilarity will ensue.
- The cat kindly left a birds head outside my back door. Which I stepped on.
While we have been surviving without much internet, my mum (62 years old and a great-grandmother) whizzed ahead of us.
In between Skyping her sister in Scotland, she upgraded her phone from a brick-like Nokia to a Samsung all-singing, all-dancing model. The Teenager is quietly impressed, if a little jealous….
Nice to have you back full time (as your boss would say) tell teenager I don’t blame him giving up paper round its not the weather for it. Good on your mother although I don’t think 62 is old quite the opposite I will be 65 tomorrow, my brain tells me I’m 30. I like to believe that once you reach 50 you start over again, so then really I will be 15 a teenager, and still have to do the house chores. Yes I have a Nokia lumia 625 which I like big screen as I don’t always have my glasses. Enjoy your craft making. xx
I was pretty mad with The Teenager. Think his ears are still ringing, lol.
62 isn’t old at all. My mum is quite fabulous and if I’m half as cool as her at that age, I’ll be a happy bunny! Happy Birthday tomorrow, you teenager you.
Crafty bits will be fun, aslong as I can master my glue gun. Hmm.
Thanks but if it comes to light a certain lady had a visit from fire brigade and ambulance for sticky fingers in your area we will know who it is. Have fun being crafty!!!!
Yup, that’ll be me! Either that or I’ll pat the cat with gluey hands and it could get seriously messy…
Lovely to have you back and reconnected again! Missed your blogs last week and glad the Teenager and you came through it almost painlessly…
Aw, thank you! Was so strange not blogging, but wish I could report more exciting happenings, lol. Great to be back in the saddle once more!
I sure enjoy your posts – missing a week just made it more fun to see one again.
Thank you so much! *big smile*