I have given in and located my mobile phone manual. I've finally conceded that I am an unbeatable contender for "The Most Inept Person with A Mobile" Award unless I get whizzy with textin'.

I had a meeting in town today. It went on and on. So I couldn't meet up with the OH for lunch in the place we'd agreed on. We decided instead to grab a quick snack in another all-day place.

We walked in to a chorus of gals shouting "Hey, Ellie -you made it after all!".

What? Eh?

"I told you last week the gals were meeting for lunch today" sighed my mate, G.

"Yes but no but - you didn't say where," I spluttered.

"I sent you a text three days ago" she said, wearily.

So the poor OH had to stand by, trying manfully to assure the waiter that his wife would definitely want a drink in good time, while a shrieking gaggle of gals all tried to explain the meaning of a little envelope on my mobile screen.

I was forgiven but I had to promise to find my phone manual and mug up on texting. And I'm invited back to next month's lunch. Which I have written in big letters in my diary. Which has caused much amusement because lunch, according to my diary, now follows our evening theatre workshop that day.

One day, I promise, technology will be a gentleman and let me catch up.

Can't think of an excuse for the diary though. Unless it is being a leading contender for "Disorganised Woman of the Year".