I saw the news today and, appart from approaching Armageddon, it is apparent that apps and their application to our new year lives will appropriate an appreciable amount of our manual dexterity, will power and, indeed, will to live. Estuary English would appear to be apposite in defining just how much more appy we we are going to be in 2020. Apparently apps will be able to open locks on our doors, tie up our rubbish bags, be our personal trainers, replace thoughts with endless film and music, implant talent in our brain or a plant in the drain and keep the home fires burning or put them out as it appens. If that’s not appiness I don’t know wot is but there’s an app that does so I’m good.
I’ve struggled with an app today as I do on most days and that app appens to be appetite; the appetite for my work which is hindered by apps that crash and malfunction conjoined with the appetite to smash the computer which is increased by my apoplexy at the malfunctioning of those apps which leads me to not being appy at all and it’s all down to the apps….so ere’s oping that things will get happier and less appy.