When I married Nick I knew that he could find his way around a computer and that was useful; amongst the many things he brings to our partnership it’s like I’ve got my own branch of the PC World help desk on hand 24/7. The trouble is that when you have someone in the family who is quite good at something, particularly something that you yourself are not really interested in, well you just don’t bother learning. Even the basics. To some extent that’s how partnerships work – he likes cars; I get palpitations every time I have to put fuel in one of them in case I’m not thinking and manage to pick diesel instead of unleaded. I like cooking; he can follow instructions on the microwave if I’m out. It sort of works – he picks the cars and I choose dinner.
He has pretty much left me to my own devices when it comes to this blog and I thought I was doing pretty well – I’ve managed to create an account (when I can remember my username) and, more by luck than judgement, I seem to have picked a blog theme which is readable on a phone as well as a pc. So far, so good.
So it came as a bit of a surprise when I logged in today from my parents house to see what everyone else sees. It seems that adverts have been inserted throughout the last few blog entries embedded into words that were used in entirely different contexts – like the word “bonds” suddenly takes you to some dodgy looking investment advert. I’m hesitant to repeat the words for fear that further dubious looking financial adverts that have no affiliation with me or even frankly the subjects I’m writing about will appear.
It’s late and the juvenile in me wants to see what happens when I insert random words like cockamamie and chilli sausage – will it be an advert for absurd South American recipes or something to warm up middle aged ladies bored with their usual culinary repertoire – the mind boggles!
In the meantime, I’m struggling with the basics like adding more than one photograph at a time and something called “widgets” – something I suspect I need but can’t actually be arsed to find out what for. (**Note – deliberate use of the @rse word there for similar juvenile reasons cited above).
I think it’s time for a call to the help desk – I wonder if he is awake.