Ahh my dear old mum has been a nightmare since my lovely dad died. I'm now her go-to tech support. At least once a week she'll call with these exact words 'oh love, I don't know what's wrong with my phone but...' This week she wasn't getting any WhatsApps (because she'd managed to turn her mobile data off). Last week she'd turned on the torch and couldn't turn it off again. She constantly insists her phone isn't very good (it's a P20 so not exactly a crap one) and feels like the man in the shop ripped her right off (I was with her, he really didn't).
She was quite happy with her last phone, an ancient HTC my dad had given her, until the day she was googling mass times at a local church and a pop up appeared saying 'YOUR PHONE HAS BEEN INFECTED, CLICK HERE TO ACTIVITE ANTI VIRUS PROTECTION'.
She clicked.
Obviously, chaos ensued. She kept getting notifications for 'UKs BEST VIAGRA' and 'HOTTEST GIRLS IN YOUR LOCAL AREA' and other really rude things and she can't have that, what if they pop up while she's at church? Somebody might see them and think she's trying to buy viagra and hot girls (I dunno mum, maybe don't have your phone on at church, or don't show it to people).
It's not limited to her phone of course, it took me over an hour to talk her through tuning in her brand new 43 inch smart TV, but that isn't really very good either and it looks like it might fall over, what was wrong with the big sturdy looking tellys? She can't find anything good to watch on Now TV, and how does she find out what time XYZ programme starts on Netflix?
See also DAB radio, her Huawei Mediapad (the big phone thing) and the WiFi printer (oh god, the fucking WiFi printer. That one pushed me to the point of saying 'Mum I really want to help you but I'm actually feeling a bit spiky today and not sure I have the patience for this, can we talk through it tomorrow?')
It's a good job I have the patience of a Saint, a trait I thankfully inherited from her.