Thank goodness for watches, and Bang and Olufsen

In olden days, I had a watch to tell the time. I wrote letters, made ´phone calls, and read books. For urgent communication, we had a fax.

All BI.  Before Internet.

Back in the 80s my partner had a mobile ´phone in a suitcase. We bought a computer. Later he insisted on buying a ´phone fax.  Why? I complained, aghast at the cost. No-one else has one.

But he continued with his techy purchases. Even though he isn´t techy.

In the nineties we were on dial-up.  The slow connection had me pressing close more times than I actually read a site.

On leaving the UK, I chucked the internet.  Bliss.  Life reverted to what it should be. No ringing people up to ask for info and are you on the ínternet, just download whatever. I´m thinking about spending my money with these people and I have to pay for internet connection, paper and print costs? Why can´t they stick it in an envelope any more? Do they even know how to do that?

So I boycotted the internet for five glorious years.

But when I visited the UK and stayed with friends and family I realised life had moved on, courtesy mainly of ADSL. I came out of my cave and rejoined the virtual world.

Now courtesy of Snowy (for anyone who doesn´t know, new rescue pup, pic kindly up at Vic´s), I am internet free.

And as of yesterday, mobile ´phone free too, as the battery refuses to charge.  I found a watch that worked so I could tell the time, otherwise I was relying on the church clock, sun and moon.

I have gardened, rediscovered old recipes, and listened to music.

Life doesn´t get much better.

Except I am promised a new iPhone 5 this weekend.  Best of all worlds.