It’s normal enough that most people develop a sentimental relationship with the place where they were brought up. I am an exception to that case, though probably not the only one from the town I come from, Maidenhead. Every member of my close family lives in Maidenhead. My parents, my sister and both sets of my grandparents all reside here. So, that’s not necessarily a bad thing, right? Well, no, not if you’re a family person. But I’m not. Now, don’t get me wrong, I do like my family, but I can’t help getting more than a little irritated by them sometimes; they can be absolutely relentless when it comes to demanding my services as the impromptu family IT tech support department, especially my grandparents, bless them. I don’t mind helping out, but when there are so many computers in my family, even the simplest of problems causes them to go into red alert and reach for their phones. Then I’m supposed to immediately drop whatever I’m doing and drive round there’s, complete with squealing wheels and burning rubber, to disable ‘work offline’ mode in their browser settings, or even flick the switch for the wireless card on their laptop. Actually, I fix something, I actually find that it’s satisfying and enjoyable, especially when I learn something new myself. But it’s usually some very trivial problem, and that’s what makes me mad.
I found myself thinking of places to go to get away and let them get on with it for a week. I found that I was mainly looking at whatever short breaks Scotland could offer me. Scotland seemed like a far enough away place that I actually might have been able to get some peace and quiet from the ever-present technical nightmares. This one time I actually spent 7 hours trying to get my gran’s laptop to connect to the router. I failed, then they both ordered a new router. And everything just worked. Aaargh! It’s so frustrating when something like that happens, words escape me! I definitely need a short break Scotland now.