The caregiver is concerned at the number of computers encircling my desk, suggesting a stockade of wild-west covered wagons, waiting for the Indians to arrive.
My "studio", which is poncy-jabber for a home office, is, I freely admit, packed with electronics, all pinging away and giving the casual observer the impression that I'm cyber-efficient.
But the caregiver believes I'm running technology with the cautionary mindset of somebody still submerged in the environment of the late 18th century.
This is because I prefer to have different machines for separate functions, even though technical experts assure me my latest laptop has the capacity to deal with the workload of a busy medium-sized office and is easily capable of swallowing my meagre contributions to cyberland without so much as a blink.
However, instead of trusting everything to one memory chip, I have several computers allocated to different tasks, such as processing cartoons.