Carole’s started asking about getting some app controlled lightbulbs so that we don’t have to get off the couch to, as Peter Kay would hilariously say, turn the big light on. Or off.
And we could. With a small investment of a gazillion pounds, we could get the bulbs and shout at the lights. But we’d need another hub to work alongside everything, by the looks of it, and that’s another ethernet port lost to controlling our home wirelessly from the toilet.
And aside from the fact that we’d need to hook up about three ethernet hubs to take all our existing wires, plus any new ones and be future-ready for more, there’s a bigger problem.
If you’re ever in the car with Carole and she has occassion to use her horn, you’re in for a real treat. She will shout at the offending driver, wave her arms around and struggle to find her horn before issuing what is the most pathetic little “meep” noise from the car. Often after we are now several hundred yards from the scene of the horn-requiring incident.
Using the Home Computer Robot Lady is the sams thing. It would be quicker, sometimes, to manually do whatever she’s asking than it is for her to have the HCRL do it.
Not to mention we have – at present – two plugs set up. Blanket turns on the electric blanket, bed lights up the fairy lights on the bed head. Blanket. Bed.
That’s it. Two words.
They are very rarely used. In fact Carole usually says lights, meaning the bed lights, which turns on the blanket (because of some lazy device categorising by me which I never envisionsd being a problem).
It’s a wonder our bed has never burnt to cinders.
I dread to think what would happen if we had voice-controlled lights. Just a woman shouting at bulbs, calling them all the wrong names. Our house needing to carry an epilepsy warning due to flashing lights…
If she asks again, I’ll pretend it cannot be done.