So I’ve been in the office most of the day, wrestling with the various texts requiring my attention. The boss has turned up too, just back from the US, but in a reasonably good mood. Have taken it as far as I can for now and am going home shortly.
When I left the house at ten o’clock this morning, Fergal was curled up on the sofa under a duvet watching Scooby Doo. I felt very envious.
On the plus side, both Ursula’s chickenpox and my mouth ulcers have largely cleared up.
I suspect the HTC people were answering the question “can you turn it off”?, which I don’t think you can (or not without installing taskkillers and the like, which they aren’t going to tell you to do). But telling things not to sync seems to work pretty trivially – if you know which menu to look in.