The new update for Word was driving me insane. Now that Microsoft had made keyboards redundant I struggled whenever I started a new document.
I couldn’t understand why they thought that touching small three dimensional plastic icons that represented words would save time typing. I looked down in despair at my current choice of ‘text’: a tiny purple teapot with matching cup and saucer. How on earth could I compose a sensible paragraph with that?
Later E explained to me that I had probably downloaded the preschool version of the program.