Oh, my goodness! How is it that everything we do, buy or need there is always an app that we’ll need to obtain it.

When I go into shops I’m constantly asked if I have their app on my phone. For God’s sake, I’m all on to find someone’s phone number let alone an app for a supermarket.

And then there’s booking events. I have just been to see The Corrs – what a carry on it was. Firstly I had to order our tickets from Ticketmaster, obviously online, then I had to wait until the week before we were due to go to have them sent – also into an app that I had to create.

Oh, you can just imagine the stress it caused. Luckily our youngest daughter who fortunately lives at home was there to help out and managed to just make a folder for me to retrieve them on the day.

It’s all so frustrating. I still, after all these years, don’t fully trust my laptop and I have to save everything onto a USB stick thing. My son-in-law told me to back up everything that is important onto a ‘cloud’.

Now, I want you to imagine that you know me well. For someone with technological abilities to tell someone like me, with absolutely no technological knowledge at all to save things on to a cloud, well you can only imagine.

What the Dickins was he talking about, I wondered. What cloud? Which cloud? Is it just one particular cloud that knows its job is to save everyone’s work, or are there a number of clouds?

Do we all have a cloud of our own? Oh, hell, it gives me a headache just thinking about it.

I need to try and learn how to operate technical things. I think I rely on other people far too much – even taking a reading to be sent in for the solar panels, gas and electricity, I have no idea what the heck to do.

I’m ashamed to admit that I don’t know what company we’re with.

How ridiculous is that? At least I know that our breakdown cover for the car is with the AA.

I have told Pete that I am going to start checking readings and sending them in for gas and electric. I mean, heaven forbid anything should happen to Pete, but, if it did, I would be completely lost because I rely on him to do it.

So, from now, I will take over so that when someone knocks on the door and says that they’ve come to take a ‘fit’ reading I’ll know exactly what they mean: a ‘feed-in-tariff’ for the solar panels, and that they’re not asking me how fit I am.

I keep telling myself that I will become a techno whizz. I will learn how to do things that a three-year-old could easily do and that I will overcome my fear of technology.

But I’m still struggling with the cloud business. If I can do everything else, I will certainly be on cloud nine. Maybe that’s where all the work I’ve lost over the years will be…