I’m sure there’s something spying on me in the house! It’s not a ghost or anything like that, but something more technological.
I know I’m sounding a little paranoid, but, I have evidence that it’s going on. Only this morning, while our Granddaughter is staying with us for part of the summer school shutdown, I thought I’d have a mess around on a digital piano we have. I can’t play it, but it’s fun to tinkle with and the Granddaughter enjoys it too. So, I plugged the piano in and we tried to come up with the beginning of Queen’s Bohemian Rhapsody. It sounds simple, but it was hopeless for someone as tone-deaf as me.
We must have spent around half an hour plinky plonking without any success at all. Eventually, as always, it turns into a cacophony of out of tune nonsense. I have no ability to be able to hear the notes of a song and translate them into the myriad of black and white keys on a piano. That’s a special skill for the likes of Elton John or Billy Joel. I switched it off, pulled out the plug and left the piano there, probably for another six months.
It was then that I checked my phone. It’s a habitual thing like some people light a cigarette or look at their watch, I check my phone. First port of call is usually WordPress and then Facebook. Opening Facebook the first thing I see is an advert for piano lessons! Call it coincidence, but why would they show me an advert for lessons? I even felt a little hurt as the suggestion of lessons means I must be pretty useless at playing, which I am, but I don’t need telling. There have been other times I’ve spoken of something like garden fencing and adverts have appeared on Facebook. Usually, I’ve passed it off as a coo-incidence.
However, I have never seen piano lessons before. Am I paranoid or is there something in this technology that is spying on us in the privacy of our home? I am finding it irksome. Big Brother is coming true. I suppose I should try a little experiment, start a conversation about bog snorkelling or planning my own funeral. It’ll be interesting to see how long it is before Facebook shoves an advert for these things under my nose. Oh well, just be careful what you say.