This competition is now closed. Well done Lady Sarah!
A true child of the eighties, it took me a long time to let my Filofax go. (For those born post 1990, the Filofax was THE diary of a decade. As surely as video killed the radio star, the smartphone killed the Filofax). Mine was bright red with an impressive selection of inserts. It saw me through uni, some forgettable relationships and a memorable wedding. I resisted all digital organizing devices. But then, one day, I don’t know what happened. Maybe the schedules of five people collided and I was forced to embrace the ‘sync’. Now every second and song of my life is synced. If you’d told me that would happen in 1988 I would have called you, a nerd. See? Child of the eighties. No one says nerd any more. Didn’t see that coming.
Technology and the way we use it is a constant surprise. Who could have imagined downloading Jamie Oliver at the supermarket? Getting your best friend’s opinion on a pair of potential new jeans (while she’s in the Grand Canyon). Or using a laptop as a home renovation tool. Like they did on The Block.
As a supporter of The Block, Microsoft flew me to Melbourne last month for a top-secret tour of the houses. I’ve seen them all, completely finished. I’d tell you all about them but I would be sent to Guantanamo Bay or similar. The security was that tight. BUT, I can tell you about meeting Katrina, Wagga mum and blogger who’s renovated with her sister Amie.
I can tell you that they did the most amazing job, in front of TV cameras. Can you imagine? You know how horrible it is to have a photo taken when you’re not ready – this was constant. And they had to take their house from ruin to showpiece in EIGHT WEEKS. It would take some of us eight weeks just to choose bathroom tiles.