*zonked*

I am comnpletely broken these past couple of days, my routine has been shot to hell.

And it is Beloved's fault. Entirely. With no tiny room for doubt.

I do not wear watches. I can't. I don't know why, within 5 minutes of wearing a watch it will stop, run slow, break, be lost or turn into a small dodo. It is known. For time I rely on a) my extremely, nay, preternaturally accurate body clock and b) my mobile phone. Neither has ever ever ever let me down, but, if push comes to shove, I trust the phone first because, y'know, it's a MACHINE and more accurate than my vague (but extremely accurate) gut instincts.

Then we come to Beloved's insidious actions.

Beloved is repeatedly trying to drag me into the 21st century while I am stubbornly holding on to the stuff I have that works, rather than "upgrading" to some buggy, untested, overly complicated crap that doesn't.

But no. And he has my phone in his sights, planning to surprise me by stealing it and replacing it with something that has more buttons than your average aircraft.

So, he sneaks my phone away, removes the sim card/memory card to check then sneaks it back. Without resetting the clock. The clock is now out by an hour.

And I am in twilight zone. I'm overruling my bodyclock that is screaming at me and boggling at the phone clock weirdness and how my schedule is all over the damn place, why I'm ridiculously late for everything and why I'm getting a migraine.

This lasted for 2 days. Because I trusted my phone. PROVING (in my own special circular manner) why relying on technology is a bad thing. (Hush, it proves it, ok?!)

Needless to say, my disapproval has been made apparent

And to further add ammunition to how very right I am

I have always resisted technology "helping" me by making things more complicated than it needs to be. I have a note book, with actual paper. My phone CALLS people rather than having 2 million apps and receiving updates from the mothership of planet zog. I like useful technology - hey, I love my sat nav and my computer -but I am against using gizmos that make things harder than they need to be.

Beloved disagrees. Beloved likes the shinies. Beloved tries to convert me. This is an ongoing war. Which I may have just won.

Beloved has a parking sensor on his car.

This is a ridiculously expensive and silly gizmo a handy little tool that beeps as your car reverses too close to something. The closer you get to something, the faster the beeps.

Beloved claims to need this (and tries to get me to use one) and I have to partially agree since he couldn't park a mini in Wembly Stadium without reversing into something.

Like he did today. A bollard. Why? Because his parking sensor's batteries have died.

*does not say anything* *does so in an extremely smug manner*