a slip of the finger

A gorgeous Jeremy bay

I love predictive text – it makes my life so much easier.  However, yesterday I once again fell foul of the predictive text trap.

My parents have gone on holiday to Jersey, and I thought I’d drop them a quick text just to say that I hoped they were having a good time.

Except the text I sent them read:  “I hope you’re both enjoying Jeremy xx”

I got a text back from my mum this morning saying “Jeremy is absolutely wonderful – especially in the hot tub!”

This isn’t my worst predictive text slip-up though.  That happened about 7 years ago.

I had just started going out with this guy and he lived down in the new forest – and absolute bastard of a journey. I’d seen him a few times, and he was lovely, and this particular time, he’d come and stayed at my place for the weekend – and we had slept together for the first time.

He had to leave early Sunday evening to get his train back from central London, and so I sent him a text asking “So, when do you get home?”

Except I didn’t.  I asked him “So, when do you get good?”