…it’s just a silly phase I’m going through.
Comfy love? Happy Valentine’s Day.
My BlackBerry and I have been together a little over a week now. It’s been a whirlwind. For months…no, years…I’ve been resisting the whole mobile email thing. I’d convinced myself that I liked being offline; that the time I spent away from email was time I could spend thinking, creating, ruminating.
Of course, that was total and utter bollocks.
The time I spent away from email was time I spent fretting about what urgent matters were dropping into my inbox that would lead to chaos in the international financial markets; the opportunities that, unless responded to immediately, would slip through my fingers like an oil-coated diamond in the ocean.
People talk about the BlackBerry as the CrackBerry. It’s unhealthily addictive, they say. It’s not, of course. It’s email that’s the true addiction…and I got hooked on that many years ago. Now, instead of the addict desperately worrying about where his next hit is coming from, I have the comfort of a nice fat wrap in my trouser pocket.
I’m not sure that analogy’s very positive.
But really, it’s great. I travel quite a bit and now, instead of the binge email sessions I indulge in when I’m online, I have a drip-feed throughout the day. It’s better.
And then, even as I was as happy as a puppy with a hosepipe (and believe me, they love ’em) she (for she is a she) gets even more useful.
Yesterday morning, after days of steady decline, my good lady wife was in a right old state. Fever, snot, cough, sweats…the whole bit. Couldn’t get out of bed. No, she genuinely couldn’t get out of bed. Even I had to accept that. The kids are on half-term, there’s horse-riding to get to, painting to do and I’ve got work aplenty. OK, so it was all a bit mad, but we managed, and the dear BB played her part magnificently.
Sorry, must go. She’s winking at me.