I'm pretty up with technology and am getting good at sending text messages to the kids from my mobile phone (they think it's hilarious that I spell things
correctly). BUT one of the kids decided to help Dad out and change his mobile phone setting to predictive text, which, as its name suggests, predicts what is being typed, or should I say TRIES to predict what's being typed. He sent me a message that read "tv google rotten eggs" or something like that!
Texting ClancyWith no time to send a letter, I had found a way much better
to send an subtle message to my hubbie’s mobile phone.
“It’s my birthday dear” would do him, so I SMS’d this to him,
but the kids had set predictive text, and Clancy hadn’t known.
And a message came directed, in some words quite unexpected –
and I decided there and then, that that night he’d get skinned!
Was he drinking when he wrote it? So verbatim I will quote it:
“I gore wot hate a loudly fax, ill buz wot floydss cof wind”
In my wild erratic fancy, visions came to me of Clancy -
on a barstool “down the Cooper” where the useless husbands go.
With my temper fairly stringing, Clancy wandered home then, singing,
naïve about his message - Clancy clearly didn’t know.
He brought gifts, so I excused him, but my anger still confused him,
til I showed the stupid message on that mobile phone of mine.
Once he’d told me what he'd written, I was purring like a kitten -
“I hope you have a lovely day, I’ll buy you flowers and wine.”
So be careful SMS’ing, or your partner will be stressing
if the message sent, gets altered as it flies through outer space.
My children think I’m senile, since I chucked that stupid mobile
‘cos texting’s just plain dumb – I’ll stick to talking face to face!
