My son had a great idea on Christmas Eve.
|Ahh, the wet, grey, land of my birth, not too far away from Hestia|
Our daughter still lives in the land of cold grey wet weather known as Scotland (although I heard that there has been an unexpected relatively warm spell) and we live in sunny New Zealand, over 13,000 miles away.
We miss each other, and we always phone every weekend and for special events; like Christmas.
M'son's idea was to set up a Skype account, put his MacBook Pro on the dining table, and m'daughter could do the same in Scotland.
|Oops, sorry, wrong number. I've never seen this person before my Dear, really.|
We spent a very pleasant (but slightly strange) 2 hours eating our Christmas dinner (Roast Free Range Ham, new spuds with mint, crisp and crunchy salad and BREAD SAUCE) and drinking plenty of the vino, while talking and seeing m'daughter sitting in her wee house in Newport-on-Tay, beaming out at us from the screen of the MacBook.
It added a lovely and sentimental element to our festivities.
After we had said our goodbyes and logged off (it was 3:00am in Scotland, and the poor wee soul's eyes were drooping shut) we opened our Christmas prezzies.
M'son got a $300 pre-paid Visa card to buy his musical equipment.
|That'll do nicely|
My Beloved got the Mahjong set she had wanted (and had been dropping hints for the last 2 months. See ladies, we can take hints. When it's clearly labeled as HINT: I WANT THIS; SEE PHOTO AND DETAILED DESCRIPTION) plus lots of little goodies.
I got a remote controlled helicopter (every guy still wants a bigger and better toy, and you can't get much better than a flying helicopter) and an iPod nano 8GB.
I had actually mentioned to my son, the week before Christmas about the helicopter OR a $60 mp3 player from Dick Smith, our NZ electrical retailer. I didn't want an iPod, just the cheap and cheerful mp3 player.
M'son got me the helicopter, but he garbled the message to his mum, so she bought what she thought was the best mp3 player, and got me the iPod nano.
For the next 36 hours I've been trying to get the bloody iPod to talk to my Windows based computer.
I won't bore you with the details, but essentially it is because I didn't want to download iTunes onto my machine, and all the grief originated from that.
I love the look and feel of Apple products, but they try to do too much, and I like to have control. I don't like being told by a piece of f*cking software what I am, or am not, allowed to do.
I'm really a bit of a grouchy anarchist, and proud of it.
Ah well, back to playing with my chopper.