No secrets

H.I. has just had one eye sorted with a cataract operation. The next will be in a few months time. As her eyesight improves, what I feared the most has now started to happen, a few days after the procedure. She is noticing high windows over the stairs which need cleaning. I will have to bring the telescopic ladder home.

As I was writing the above paragraph, our new iMac let out an unfamiliar ping and a text message from a friend flashed up on the screen asking how her procedure went. A few seconds later, H.I.'s phone made the same ping as the message came through.

So now it seems that our new computer has made a pact with her phone and syncs messages back and forth between each other. It's a good job we don't have any secrets.