but, alas, I have not completely changed with them.
As you know I have recently bought a new landline telephone. The setting up of it has been painful to say the least. Various teething problems were ironed out quickly (without the handbook I might add) by my son. And yesterday I felt rather proud that I had managed to plumb in sixty or so contacts and actually ring one of them back so that I knew I had done that right.
My next job is to get the answer phone bit up and working. I have just read the instruction booklet twice and decided that to avoid a nervous breakdown or a crisis of confidence I shall have to call on my son to help me there to.
But it did set me thinking about the days when life was so much easier. Does anyone else remember the old red telephone coin boxes where you put twopence in slot A and if there was no reply then you pressed button B and got your twopence back?
In our Lincolnshire village the parson had a phone, the doctor had a phone, and maybe a smattering of villagers had a phone. But other than that everyone used the public telephone box. That box was about half a mile from our house, but there we went in the unlikely event that we wanted to communicate by phone. Nobody we knew had a phone so it was usually only to call the doctor.
Urgent messages came by telegram, sent through by telephone to the village post office, written out by hand by the village postmaster and then brought round on his bike.
We kids spent out long summer holidays out on our bikes, sandwiches in our bike bags, not expected home between breakfast and tea, free to go as far as we cared to bike. We never thought about hanging around over screens of some sort all day - television, i-pads, mobiles and the like. Texting was something we had never heard of.
Gosh, wasn't life simple and uncomplicated?