From Dawn to Dusk

My blip illustrates the two city views in the major outdoor excursions I made today, one at sunrise crossing the Dean Bridge with the arc of Randolph Crescent outlined against the lightening sky in the east and the second in late afternoon as the light was just beginning to wane to the east beyond the buildings of the High Street.

I was joined for coffee this morning by a technologically challenged not very Merry Widow. Trying to follow instruction over the phone relating to computer problems is the stuff of nightmares for us senior citizens.
We started our education writing on slates and progressed to pencils, inkwells and scratchy pens to fountain pens. We had mental arithmetic and no calculators, times tables by rote and a duodecimal system of currency to work out in arithmetic.

We are not stupid, but given that growing up we had no mechanical aids, no televisions and even phones were in short supply, you can see that the last 50years with the advent of computers and the internet have been a huge learning curve for us Silver Surfers and we are finding it harder and harder to keep abreast of things especially if they go awry.

Asking help from our children , busy with their own lives, is only advisable in extremis, and so it could be argued that a weekly visit from a computer and internet guru would be more advantageous than a cleaner for us oldies.

A hot chocolate and a comforting chat and my Merry Widow went on her way to get the technological help she needed.