Do computers care?
I have bagged a supermarket delivery slot for Christmas
on-line. It is a big deal these days if you do not want to go into the crowded
shop. The slots opened at 6am but I did not get up early enough and tried to
book at 8am, most of the days near to 25th had been allocated
already. Did people set their alarms and sit there at 6? They must have done,
because I was 60,000th in a virtual computer queue, I had to wait
quite a time.
I turned my attention to cards, last year we did not send
any and gave to charity instead thinking that it would all be over this year.
But it is not and so we bought charity cards. The stall was in a church, and I
guessed it would be airy enough and draughty enough to be relatively safe from
As we were in town, we took some more clothes to a charity
shop. I cannot imagine anyone would want my old out-of-date clothes, but I took
them just the same hoping that if they were not bought the fabric could be
recycled. Fashion is not exactly at the top of my agenda, at present, as I do
not really go anywhere. It is still easy to look reasonable on videos so long
as your top looks good and your hair is combed.
I went to the hairdresser yesterday and it has become a
habit of mine to be watchful. Are the covers round my shoulders clean? Have
they been used for someone else? Do the workers gel their hands? Are they
wearing masks? How do you mention it if you are not comfortable? I have decided
that I just have to say – ‘Will you clean your hands?’ Two years ago, this
would have been unthinkable. But now, perhaps, must be part of life.
And part of our life at this time of year has been cooking
apple pie. Our Bramleys are stored in our apple loft and are such a welcome
treat. Holding two heavy fruits in my hands I noticed that they have a shine to
them like a natural preservative wax. It must stop them rotting and keep them
fresh for months to come. How pleased we were with ourselves.
One sad thing, though, is that a friend of mine has died. She
was elderly and passed away quietly and peacefully but I had not been able to
see her for some time. My mobile contact details simply say, ‘Delete this
person’. Sometimes I do not like computers even though I rely on them. They
take no account of feelings.
(Taken from my column in the Shropshire Star)