Mind of its own

It’s great isn’t it? You’ve got the morning to get some work done, you know what you’re doing, and there are to be no disruptions. You open your PC, and go to cloud storage to find the photos of telegraph poles you took yesterday, and although they are on your phone, they have not gone up to the cloud. Why? And so begins half an hour of time wasted on trying to sync this with that when it already is. You sign in with a different account but the same one on both devices, and wait for a confirmation email that doesn’t come, so you try another way, and there’s your confirmation email – now too late, so you start again and still nothing does as it should, so you revert to the old fashioned way of talking sternly to your phone, and when that doesn’t work, you try plugging in a lead.

When that doesn’t work, you check the internet for ideas, and discover your PC has a built-in ‘connect to your phone’ function, so you explore that, and it asks you to sign in, which you do, then it says it needs you to reply to a notification in order to proceed, but no notification comes through. So, back to square one – and you’re still waiting for a code from your second attempt, and then it arrives, but it’s too late, so you try again. This time, you use another account and the code comes through and you type it in, and then the thing says ‘Error #263782’, or some other unhelpful thing, and you’re no further forward, except now, for a reason yet to be explained, the background colour of the Word program you open to start typing this blog has changed without you touching anything.

So, you can’t have the photos of the telegraph poles being dragged up our lane yesterday because I can’t get them off my handy portable device. Instead of setting about a chatty blog and a chapter of a book, my morning will be taken up with sorting out something that was fine when I went to bed. At least it’s not windy.

This is the only new photo that my phone/cloud will let me show you today.