Don't Touch My Stuff, Get Your Own Stuff

Andrew – I don’t like people touching my stuff. Well that’s a bit broad of a statement. I don’t like people touching SOME of my stuff. There I’ve said it. Maybe I’ve got some issues to work through but at least I can admit I’ve got a problem.

Imagine the torment I went through then when a member of the family popped over to use our computer because their internet was dead. I say “our computer” because Gusband and I don’t have his and his things. Everything is “ours”. However, what I really mean when I say “our computer” is “MY computer”. Gusband knows this and accepts his lot in life – I’m in charge of the Mac and he’s in charge of everything else (or so I let him believe.)

It’s funny that you can’t touch my computer but I’ll let you borrow the car. Hell we let friends take the car to Sydney and drive around for weeks in it while we are on holidays. Car yes, computer no.

Now that I think about it I don’t like people touching my phone either. I wonder what that’s about? There’s nothing remotely naughty on there. I don’t have any secret text messages, naughty websites bookmarked or rudey pictures. Every photo on our (my) computer is on both mine and Gudband’s phones and any new ones get updated when we plug in. We have the same apps so basically have the same phone. Not that Gusband would be able to tell you how his updates occur, apparently a fairy does it. Well he's half right.

I wonder if it’s got something to do with the fact that both of these things are usually attached to me, they are like an extra body part. And if either of these things start to look like they might be getting scarily low on battery I start to get very tetchy. Gusband couldn’t care less, he doesn’t answer his phone and most of the time he doesn’t even know where it is.

My base camp in the hotel

I blame the ease of access to all forms of communication for my addiction to these two items. That, my addictive personality and my need to know what everyone I know is doing at all times. It’s scary to think that this blog is making me put out there all the things I’ve been trying to keep quiet about myself. I’m a snob, a gossip, the ultimate consumer and possibly a bore. Come to think about it my friends have known this for ages. Lucky they love me.

Oh, I also drink too much Campers but I think you all knew that. xx


Lucy - I agree with you about all of the above. Yes we all have a problem!! Computers are personal. It's the modern day diary for all girls & girly boys alike.

I can’t stand Sawusband touching my phone for a few simple reasons, he doesn’t know how to work it & never hangs up when finished a conversation, therefore we could be talking after the call & they would be able to hear our every word ….I’m sure you all agree that could be bad!!! Sawusband never remembers to take his phone anyway, but more than that he hates talking on the phone, he wouldn’t miss it if it ever were to be lost.

He is also very generous (like your good selves) with our possessions. However, don’t ask to borrow the whipper snipper or lawn mower; he would rather come over & mow your lawn for you (even if it took 4 hrs) than lend these items out, they never come back the same (just ask him, he will tell you). I use the lawn mower occasionally & I’m sure I never hear the end of it….but then we saw what I did to the lawn the other week.

I lost my phone the other day. It was the first time that has ever happened to me. I am very conscious of where my phone is at all times, so it was sheer panic when I couldn’t find it.  I raced over to mum’s to see if I left it there, no luck. From home I rang it & there was no reception… So I automatically presumed someone had it & I promptly phoned the company & had a bar put on it.

Anywho to cut a long story short it was in the boot of the car. Don’t even ask how I managed to get it lost in there!!! (it could be linked to the drinking problem we both share)

So 5 mins later I’m back on the phone to the provider making them take the bar off the phone. I think we all agree that would be score 1 to the little guy, making the big corporation run around after me for a change.

As for your issues, Yes we all know you are a control freak & are always on a “need to know basis” about everything. You are right though; we still love you anyway regardless of your quirks.

Oh, and you’re not that boring…

Or maybe we both are!