When I think back to the days of my parents (and grandparents), I can only but try to imagine the sort of issues they faced, in respect of changes they experienced in their lifetimes.
Can you just imagine their confusion, and sometimes despair, at having to cope with metric and imperial systems, yards and metres, inches and millimitres, gallons and litres. Then, the authorities, in their wisdom, decided that pounds, shillings and pence was no longer hip. Lets rather have a unit currency with 100 cents, like the French.. and Americans.. and...
Then the clever dicks started inventing stuff. Telephones and things that needed numbers. So, Grand-dad had to remember that 6d was 5c, that 12/- was 1.20 (unless you were in England, then it was 0.60), he had to remember his telephone number 1223 (later a dialing code as well, of all things) and it became 055 1223. He got a tax number, an ID number, and a Council bill account number. Would it never end?
I was lucky to have been born just after the war. I was still at school when decimalization hit us, which made understanding decimal fractions and cents a lot easier than it was for the older generations.
Now, I am still getting into trouble with the dread of my life: Passwords. For the very last time, I hope. I have now made a secret list of passwords in use, and they are kept in a safe secret place.
Why? Because I promised a friend that I would start posting on this blogsite again, instead of limiting my remarks to my Facebook page .However, as those who are tech-savvy (and I guess that's almost everyone other than me), to access your blog editor, to need to enter a password.... and... yep! I could not remember what it was... last used in November last year.
Anyway, progress has been made on the password front, and my diary-blog is once again up and running. That was the easy bit. Now, for the subject matter...
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