Mum joined Facebook last night.
Right now I have my phone tucked under my left ear in a supremely agonising position, cast in the role of tech/moral/oh god what did I do? support.
I keep trying to explain how to do things things but it's kind of like trying to hold an elephant up with fairy floss.
(Just like me when I first joined the world of the interwebs.)
What does this do? Why do I need to tell you what's on my mind all the time? My GOD she/he has got fat! Oh damn she hasn't. Ooooooh look someone selling fabric!
Please... for the love of fairies... don't anyone tell her there are games on there...
I will... As soon as my data allowance is back in kilter.
ReplyDeleteYou're not getting a housewarming present now...
DeleteShe must be a late bloomer.
ReplyDeleteHope you are all going great guns.
It's lovely to have her there but slightly scary too
DeleteMy mum is still too afraid of Facebook to sign up. I think she imagines that it is like a portal that sucks all the photos and personal information off people's hard drives. Not that I'm saying she's completely wrong...
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