Tsk! Old people!
Mind you I can't talk, not exactly the sharpest tool in the box when it cones to some things, I'll have a bash at them but inevitably end up making things worse. Then it's a case of swallowing a huge chunk of humble pie, messaging/phoning the smartarses (kids) & asking "Have you got a couple of minutes?", after the initial sigh & rueful chuckle, the answer is "Okay Dad, we'll come round thisaft".
They're not all bad after all.
