I’m married to a grumpy old man, everything about modern life irritates him, and very near to the top of his ‘I hate..’ list come computers. Two months ago, when his harddrive ceased driving, I thought that he was overcoming his phobia as refused the offer of my computer and demanded he had a new one. He has his new computer, and is very happy. Then Tuesday came. In I came from work, and a sad little voice emanated from his office, ‘ My printer’s not working’. As far as he was concerned it was the computer’s fault, and why not, after all it was the monitor displaying the messages informing him that things were not going too well on the printer front. After a futile half an hour of attempting to prove to him that it was the printer I finally got the message through by involving my computer in the process. So now he has a new printer, and not just any printer, this is a printer, scanner, fax and photocopier. I did all the crawling under desks to sort out the wires and then I stepped back and made him install the software, and, with much swearing he did it, successfully. This evening I came in from work, and he was virtally preening himself. This morning his computer had played up, lights were flashing and it wouldn’t let him reboot or switch off. He phoned the manufacturers support line and they talked him through troubleshooting, again successfully. It has been a tense time these last few days, with much muttering about the evil intent of today’s technology, but I think the barriers are being lowered, and hopefully the software I have bought him for his birthday will make him start to enjoy his interactions with computers.
Hubby enjoying his time at the computer