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Texting Etiquette

I find myself caught somewhere in the middle when it comes to technological competence. Most of the technology which we use today was invented as I was growing up, so when it comes to being able to use it I can navigate my way around fairly easily. However I’m what you’d call a late bloomer in actually using that technology. Last year I got a smart phone for the first time (the last person I know, other than my parents to have a mobile with buttons), and I have to admit that social media (and even now limited to Facebook) has only become a part of my life since then.

Perhaps it is because I’ve never been used to using technology to communicate with others (I even had a pen pal once. We used real paper and envelopes!) but I find myself over analysing the etiquette of such mediums.

When a friend shares a link on Facebook which irritates me- specifically thinking of a cousin who constantly shares posts along the lines of ‘immigrants stealing our jobs go home’; seriously you are idiots, try putting forward a proper argument rather than one line idiocisms- would it be bad of me to point this out? Does social etiquette allow me to call the friend of a friend an idiot over social media? Probably not, although I have to wonder whether I’m being a bit too British about avoiding confrontation.

Facebook aside, my real concern is texting etiquette. Everybody knows that everybody else has their phone on them all the time. So if somebody sends me a text, is it rude not to reply straight away? Due to the fact that I came fairly late to texting, I find that it takes a few minutes for me to work out how to reply, how something will sound when written down without the intonations one would be able to hear in the same words when spoken. Even worse is when I forget to text back for a couple of days! Shock horror! There is no way to say a text got lost in the post so that excuse is out…

I have a couple of friends who also have a habit of leaving days in-between replys so I don’t feel so bad when I do it to them. Although I myself start wondering if they’re ignoring me when this happens. Have I done something to offend them?

Long texts. These are hard to reply to. Which bit do I respond to first? If I ignore some part of it does it seem like I don’t care about what you had to say?

I could go on and on (and have) about my social ineptness over electronic mediums but I’d be at risk of having people edge away from me slowly so I’ll calm myself down and reply to the texts I have waiting…

Childhood Ambition

Was there something you really wanted to do when you were a child? Some ambition, which while attainable required a certain amount of patience, which no matter how enthusiastically you began, you could never quite summon in order to reach the end goal?

I had one such ambition which nearly 15 years later I have now achieved! Let me share with you my triumph over… Pokémon!

Yes, the nerd in me has surfaced! The slogan ‘Gotta cath ’em all’ will no longer haunt me! I am the ultimate Pokémon master…

except for the other three hundred and however many which I haven’t yet encountered. When I was playing Pokémon there were one hundred and fifty. One, Five, Zero. That was it and I couldn’t do it. Now there are hundreds that I’ve never even heard of!

Now, in no way do I consider myself old, in my opinion people who have a mid-life crisis in their twenties need to get a grip, however I was made to feel like a grandmother when the subject of Pokémon was broached with an eight year old some months ago. Seeing this child studying a Pokémon annual I mentioned that when I was his age, I played the Pokémon yellow version on gameboy colour. To be completely honest I don’t know which concept he had the most trouble grasping; the fact that I was ever his age, or the fact that I was ancient enough to have used a gameboy colour. Gameboy colour was high-tech was I was young, thank you very much.

The slap in the face came when he asked how many Pokémon I had caught and I responded that I managed to reach about 110. ‘But that’s nothing!’ Ta muchly.

So yes, my achievement may be small and irrelevant, and children of the latest generation of Pokémon may mock me, but there is a nine year old girl inside me who is glowing with pride right now…



nan flowers


It’s amazing how much joy a bunch of flowers can bring. I bought these for my Nan who hasn’t been very well recently, and honestly, she was so over the moon and impressed you’d think I’d grown and handpicked them myself!

Buying flowers is such a simple and easy thing to do, it requires very little effort, but can inspire a shocking amount of happiness in another human being. Treat someone who is special to you with flowers, the rewards far outweigh the effort!

The Joy of Children’s Books

While getting to grips with the various settings on this site I discovered the goodreads widget (a word I have never used before let me point out). Having looked at the site, and being a keen reader, I decided to sign up and see what recommendations they could offer me. Of course in order to get recommendations I first needed to rate books that I have previously read.

Going through the categories I was amused to find that I couldn’t bring myself to move on from the children’s section. Oh I spent a fair amount of time in classics, historical fiction etc. but nevertheless the children’s books had me on a trip down memory lane which I found it hard to escape from.

When asked what my favourite book is, I’m likely to respond with something very grownup such as Persuasion by Jane Austen, or Atonement by Ian McEwan, but after browsing through my past reads I may have to re-evaluate. Can any book beat the childlike delight stirred by Green Eggs and Ham? Or by Mog, a cat with whom I spent many a joyful hour in my childhood. I defy anyone not to see the cover of a long forgotten favourite such as Ruby by Maggie Glen and not immediately want to drop everything in order to reread it.

Maybe it’s the nostalgia talking, but I have the sudden desire to find my old copy of The Very Hungry Caterpillar…

Wish me luck in my search,

Scarlett x

Getting Started

blank pageSo never having had a blog before, I find myself overwhelmed by the idea of ‘getting started’. I sit contemplating a blank screen, and wonder what words of wisdom I have to impart to the blogosphere which I now find myself a part of… Nada. Zilch. The big goose egg. So in light of my temporary stage fright I decided to begin with a summary of my encounter with this medium thus far.

While recently listening to some friends bemoan their own laziness in updating their blogs, I found myself wondering what I would write about if I joined their online ranks. I can’t say that any one particular topic sprang to mind, but over the next several days, various situations occurred which I pondered over the blog-worthiness of. I’ve often wondered in the past about the merits of sharing a recipe, or telling strangers about an encounter-of-the-drunken-kind which I had on the bus, or exclaiming in pride over the children’s game, which having been abandoned for 13 years, I have now completed.

But if not in a blog where else? I find the idea of sending a record of my exploits (which may be rather dull) and bragging about my achievement (however small or ridiculous) into the ether rather appealing. So here I sit waiting for inspiration to strike, so that my anonymous life account may be marvelled at (hardly) and enjoyed (hopefully) by whatever dear readers stumble across them.

So while I wait for my thoughts to unfurl themselves into something resembling common sense, I will sign myself off as merely,

Scarlett x