We went out this morning in search of some new tea, coffee and sugar containers for the kitchen. The old ones had been knocking around the kitchen since the children were small, and were starting to show significant signs of battle damage. Quite how we came back with said containers, a biscuit barrel, a new toaster, and a new kettle is something of a mystery.
It’s been that sort of weekend. We went to the local garden centre yesterday to get some fat-balls for the bird feeders in the garden, and came back with a new hanging basket, and flowers for the pots either side of the doorstep. My other half volunteered that a diversion to the supermarket yesterday afternoon escalated from a loaf of bread, to groceries for the entire family for three days, and a box of beer.
Just to cap off the idiocy, as referenced by the title to this blog post, my journey to the dark side was completed today with the arrival of an Apple Watch, and Air Pods. I’ve been using a Fitbit for the last couple of years - their most basic model (that looks like a wrist band). Graduating up to the most basic Apple Watch seems like a leap of sorts - it would appear to be able to tell me all sorts of things about myself - all of which seem to centre around my body failing in a variety of inventive ways.
The Air Pods seems to be tailored towards the same suite of domesday scenarios. One of their calling cards is a hearing test. I was shocked, stunned, and amazed to discover that I have an almost undetectable amount of hearing loss (which, given my age, seems somewhat miraculous). I will admit to closing the doors and windows, and sitting in absolute silence while doing the test. I’m intrigued now - to try it again in the dead of night (when I can’t hear every word on every television throughout the entire house).
I have no idea what benefits the watch might bring, other than hassling me to do things. I think I can answer calls on it, and talk to Siri - that seems a bit too close to Jerry Anderson puppet-show levels of sophistication. If I meet a girl called Aqua-Marina any time soon, I’ll let you know. F.A.B.
I wonder how many people will be triggered by referencing Stingray and Thunderbirds at the same time?
Somehow most of Sunday has already vanished. How does that even happen?