I HAVE written before about my husband’s technological addiction but I fear that things are getting worse rather than better.

He simply cannot leave his iPhone alone, despite promises to me that he will reduce his use of the device.

It is the first thing that he checks each morning, lifting it from the bedside table, and from that point on, it’s never far from his person.

He carries it around all day in his pocket, or it lies on the desk beside him when he’s working on a computer. Then, in the evening at home, he relentlessly scrolls through Facebook, Twitter and a lot of nonsense until he takes it upstairs to repeat the same thing.

This happens until he falls asleep, quite often with it in his hand – I have found it amongst our bedclothes more than a few times.

The only time he ever leaves it alone for any period is when he’s on his PlayStation – and even then it’s on the arm of the chair in case he needs to look up something game-related.

He finds it incredibly hard to resist the relentless ping of his phone and its pretence that it always has some new notification of an important communication for him.

When I have asked him, in frustration, what he’s looking at, he generally can never give me an answer as it’s so meaningless that he is embarrassed to respond.

It’s a terrible thing to spend so much time with your head bent down towards a gadget when around you and beside you in the room are your family, and your real life.

My husband works in the technological field and is distracted by an internal messaging service all day in addition to calls and emails. He doesn’t ever stop switching between one thing to the next, and has to do such a thing in order to be good at his job.

But his mind now races along at a dangerous pace and I genuinely believe that his phone has contributed to the general disintegration of his attention span.

Earlier in our relationship, we enjoyed watching television together in the evenings, but my other half began to check his phone constantly throughout them.

Thus, he missed much of the detail, became disengaged and, as a result, hasn’t followed a programme where you need to concentrate at all in years.

Game of Thrones, Mad Men, Suits, Sherlock – he’s missed them and more, observing only snippets of them in passing.

It’s not that I want him to become a couch potato TV addict but as parents who both work fulltime, sitting in front of the box in the evening is a key way we can enjoy something as a couple, laughing and talking about said programme whilst having a cup of tea.

It’s not rock and roll, but it was a nice way to spend time.

Now, as he’s on his phone, he might as well be elsewhere.