My mother strikes again

Are you around Roy, as this will probably appeal to you. 

For the fortnight following Mothering Sunday, there had been no contact between myself and my mother, and it felt like absolute bliss. There had been no attempted SOS-style phone calls or messages requesting urgent assistance with her tech. Admittedly, this was partly because my mother had been away for a few days, which is something I wish she would make a habit of.

After her return towards the latter part of last week, my mother wasted no time in phoning. Fortunately, she wasn't requesting any 'urgent' tech help, but she did spend the best part of an hour talking AT me and barely pausing for breath.

My son and I had known that it would only be a matter of time until my mother made one of her SOS tech-distress phone calls, and sure enough it happened earlier this evening. I suppose I should be thankful that the length of her call was 'only' 20 minutes.

Whilst there are aspects of technology I know I would miss if it didn't exist, I do wish my mother had no desire in wanting to use it. If one was to take the technology away from my mother, I feel it would possibly make life less stressful for myself and my son. 

Anyway, while I had been listening to my mother, I had got her on speakerphone, but with the volume turned down low. I had been holding my phone in such a way that my hand was covering the speaker. Despite the low volume, my hand was clearly protesting at the pitch of her voice, as I could feel sound vibrations in my hand as she was talking. In case anyone is wondering, my mother does not have a booming voice like Brian Blessed.