I grew up in the gentle world of feet and inches.
Of gallons of petrol , pints of milk and even smaller bottles at playtime in school.
A time of tables … times tables and blackboards and chalk. And marks out of 10 !
Of pounds, shillings and pence …. that made sense. And didn’t change.
Occasional post cards and letters in the post. And maybe a heart-sinking telegram.
But no junk mail or Email …. and certainly no instagram.
The news in newspapers on the doorstep at 7am.
Then later on TV at six o’clock on the BBC. But not 24/ 7 rolling repeats.
How things have changed?
But curiously we still have miles to go ?
In my playing rugby days there were just fifteen of us …. no substitutes.
No yellow cards for ten minutes on the touch line, when you were injured you went off and stayed off.
A referee with a whistle whose word was the law by what he saw.
No action replays, no video delays ….. just get on with it.