We recently paid for my mum to have 'the internet' installed.
She has one of my old phones, an old tablet from my cousin, a kindle reader and a firestick.
In the last 12 months she has 'broken google', broken her kindle, locked herself out of the tablet, has 3 fb accounts and still can't send photos (which is a blessing).
She phoned me hysterically crying when her kindle broke. I had to go immediately and mend it because she was 3/4 of the way through Martina Coles newest book. Apparently me saying she knew how it ended, cos the bad brother always ends up dead, some gangsters mrs runs away and the rest of them get a long stretch while the hero walks away with the million quid of drug money wasn't helping.
It wasn't even broken, just had crashed halfway through doing an update because she turns the fucking broadband off when she goes to bed.
And don't even get me started on having it installed.
'Mum, someone is coming at 10am on Wednesday to put the internet on for you'
'Ok, lovely'
1pm
'I still don't have internet, I need to meet auntie sandra at 2pm, can you find out when he's coming?'
Me, after 45 mins contacting talktalk.
'Mum, they say someone's been already, at 9.30am'
'Yes, Darren came and left me a box thing and some cards and an information pack, but I got a text saying he would be here at 10am after he had gone, so I thought he was coming back'.
'Mum, did he plug a little box thing in with little lights?'
'Yes, and he did some stuff with my phone, and that ipad (its a Samsung tablet but we let her call it an ipad) and my kindle but he hasn't been back yet'.
'Mum, turn your ipad on, can you google stuff from your ipad?'
Can hear mum going 'hello google, google can you find cute kitten videos?'
'Oh it's working, does that mean I have internet now?'
And then the firestick broke, she had knocked it out a bit dusting. And a million other tech malfunctions that she is always hysterical abaout because she can't live without internet now, cos she can catch up on her soaps if she misses stuff. Sigh.