What? Somebody had gifted him a flowering sponge plant? What was a sponge plant anyway? Somebody else had poked him. There were three friend requests and somebody called Alicia had changed her status. What was the point of this facewhatyoumathingy? It didn’t make sense to him.
Then they’d said he should go on Twitter as well and tweet. That was for the birds wasn’t it? How would he find that?
“Just start typing it, in Dad,” said Rex. “The computer knows.”
That’s what scared him most of the time. How much the darned machine seemed to know without him having told it.
“I set up your account, Dad.” Rex leant over and typed something.
George’s face appeared on the screen. Three followers. And there on the right. Who to follow. Gloria Davies. Who’d have thought it?