MY BELOVED KINDLE is dying. Not in an obnoxious way, but in a very dignified and self-sacrificing ‘go on without me’ kind of way.

It just quietly announced that, from the end of this month, it will no longer be accepting any new updates and will be severing any and all connections to the modern world from that point.

I think I am mostly just surprised because I didn’t realise that was an option. I can remember my granny going through something similar. This was a woman who raised four children without social media. Just imagine that. Imagine raising children without listening to a single parenting podcast, without knowing the scourge of gentle parenting or reward charts.

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Now, admittedly, she never had to worry about a plastic water bottle breaking down internally and living in her child forever; she also never had to explain to a toddler why they couldn’t watch YouTube at 4 am. But she also had to navigate raising four children, working her entire life, buying a house, moving country with the aforementioned four offspring, moving back to Ireland and generally just surviving into her 80s without any assistance.

By the time I knew her, though, she had stopped participating in a large amount of day-to-day life. She refused to open the post, for example. She would leave it on a table in the hall for my mam to sift through and explain the main points of.

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She........

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