This morning I asked Wilson to give me a hand with dead-heading the roses He usually enjoys this, due to the number of ants he catches unawares in the rose bushes, but this time I had an ulterior motive: I thought it would be a chance for me to have a man-to-man chat with him. Man-to-anteater.
By the time I'd fetched my secateurs, however, I found him engrossed on his iPad, so I sat down with him straightaway to have a chat.
He reluctantly admitted that he might possibly have a bit of a problem, saying that he had to constantly check Twitter and email, day and night, to make sure he stayed in touch with all his friends and be certain he wasn't missing anything.
I told him I thought I had just the thing to take his mind off that, then we got on with the gardening together — me deadheading, he taking care of the ants.
But not before I'd taken the iPad and hidden it in the house.
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