Yep, that's right, I've written, or rather, tapped this entry out on my
horribly geeky personal digital assistant. It's actually proving to be
quite a benefit in unexpected ways. For example, my other half moans
when I despair of the TV and plug myself into the www. Now though, I
can stay on the sofa next to my better half, connect wirelessly to the
Internet and everyone is happy. OK, this may seem to be a rather pricey
way of keeping a relationship on the straight and narrow, but anything
which helps deal with the stresses and strains of city life and
parenthood has to be worth its weight in gold – well almost.
Stop reading, start speaking
Stop translating in your head and start speaking Italian for real with the only audio course that prompt you to speak.
I shall apologise in advance for any spelling errors or otherwise which
may creep into my posts via PDA. I shall blame them on the tiny wee
I do rather like this digital lifestyle, though.