Oh please shoot me if I ever begin to sound like my mother.

A few years ago, and to save her or my dad continually getting up to answer it, i bought my mother a cordless phone. Not that it mattered, even now when it rings, she still gets up to answer the corded one.

Two years ago my dad made the mistake of buying her a mobile. Nothing fancy, talk and text, which a few months ago she finally mastered.

Convinced she had now become the queen of all things technical. my mum decided to upgrade, treating herself to a new mobile with integrated camera.

About two hours ago she rang me (from the phone table) with the following news.

Mother, I’ve just taken a lovely picture of your dad on my new phone, I’ll show it you next time you come down.

Me, why dont you just send it me through your phone and I’ll have a look?

Mother, how do I do that?

Me, just send it, like when you send me a text message.

Mother, I’m not doing that, I want to keep it on my phone so I can look at it.

Me, you won’t lose it, it isn’t like posting a letter, it just sends me a copy of the photo.

Mother, but when i send a text message that doesn’t stay on my phone.

Me, that’s because you don’t save the message.

Mother, well why don’t i send it to you, you can have a look, and then send it back to me.

Me, there’s no need, it will stay on your phone.

Mother, I’m not sending it unless you promise to send it back, I don’t want to lose it.

Eventually i agreed to send it back. 40 mins after hanging up i still hadn’t received the picture. I was just about to call her when she rang me asking me why I hadn’t sent it back. I told her I hadn’t received it, after checking her phone she realised she had sent it to my landline.

Apparently my brother is buying her a laptop for Christmas. Good god almighty!