Why is it that every now and again everything has to be turned a*** over tip when some whizz-kid decides to up-date one way of doing things on the computer for something 'better'?
I am not all that computer-literate. I don't, on the whole, surf the internet unless I wish to buy clothes (we live a long way from shops and in any case trying the clothes on in changing rooms is a no-no). What I do regularly I am happy with - I blog, I answer blogs, I shop, I visit Amazon, I search for different poems to read at our Poetry afternoons, I take photographs and feed them in, I order my weekly shopping from Tesco and I have lots of e-mails.
Suddenly BT have decided to 'update' their system of e mails and I am stuck, well and truly. I was sure that I knew my password - in any case BT remembers it for me - so I began the process of up-dating to the new system. I quickly came up against a problem as BT said my password was not correct. When they directed me to making a new password they asked for my security 'favourite name'. Did I at one time put one in? If so, I don't remember. That is when the trouble really started.
I spent an hour trying to sort it out. Yesterday friend S very kindly also spent an hour, ending up chatting 'on-line' with a 'helper' about it all. Last night my son spent another hour trying to sort it out. All to no avail. The result is that my e mails are no longer accessible and this means that tomorrow (hopefully, if he can spare the time) the man who looks after my computer for me will have to come and sort it out.
This is really another irritating thing about advancing years. Obviously I need to ring up BT and discuss the issue but I can't because I hear very poorly on the telephone, being very deaf. I feel like beginning to make a list of all the disadvantages to being over eighty.
1. Can't hear properly on the telephone.
2. Having to deal with 'cold calls' is driving me mad (I have to get up, get to the phone,answer it only to find someone is trying to sell me solar panels (we already have them in any case) - and why is it always a meal times?
3. The format on my computer changes and I am thrown into a state of confusion.
Enough of this moaning - I am still alive and kicking and enjoying life apart from 1,2 and 3 above and what is that compared with what some folk have to endure?
Lovely day here - the last for a while according to the forecast. The farmer is going mad in the front garden, cutting everything back, digging up the invasion of Japanese anemones (no, he will never win that battle as their roots are under the path). I am off into town once the shops open at 10.30 - we need milk and I need a nice new notebook in which to copy (neatly and in an orderly fashion) all my passwords. I might even find that favourite name that BT are hounding me for!