It is a marvelous thing technology – new barriers are being broken down all the time it seems and this week, another was demolished for me.
There I was, getting on with some writing, when what do you think happened? All those childhood nightmares rolled into one. Yes, my mother suddenly appeared on the screen and I was suddenly not alone in my study – a room that suddenly felt like a teenager’s bedsit.
‘So what are you doing?” I was asked – she didn’t need to ask because she could see. Luckily I was being a good boy. I had had my hair cut last week, I had washed behind my ears and I even had a clean shirt.
My mother has discovered Skype and now there will be no peace. In future I shall have to be careful about what I look like and what I am doing when that Skype alarms rings.
Life will never be the same again – in fact it will be like the old days when I was about three years old. Actually, I quite like the sound of that.
At least my mother is not alone in her direct manner – take a look at this piece of maternal demolition:
This is too funny! In an odd sort of way, I kinda wish my mother was still around to stalk me on Skype. She was a technophobe, though, and never got the hang of a VCR.
I am impressed that my mother – who will be 97 in December (sssh) – has taken such a delight in new technology even if it makes her even more of a dominating presence than before!. I am sorry though that you lost your mother, Margaret.