Something I've not quite been able to, ie refused, to get the hang of is predictive text when sending messages on the mobile phone. It drives Grumpy mad and he hates me texting in his presence as I carefully punch out each letter (with the appropriate punctuation, let's face it).
"Christ that's painful," he says, and he's not referring to his bunions.
So Sarah Ulmer texted me one evening to say that she was watching Big Brother against her will. I wanted to text back and say that just as we look back at the split of the Roman empire into the Eastern and Western empires as a sign of the imminent collapse of that civilisation, so future archaeologists and historians will sift through the debris of our culture and identify two groups of people: those who did and those who didn't watch Big Brother.
Apart from wondering just how much text my phone could handle, I knew that if Grumpy had to listen to that much button pushing, it might send him shrieking into the night, never to return.
Hang on. Hang on a minute. I could be on to something.....