Mobile up-date #1

 See? I knew that I could get the hang of this mobile phone business.

I am already becoming just a little fearful of the new upgrade my provider has promised me in August.

Two very ominous happenings coming over life's horizon at once - new phone with new challenges, in partnership with 60th birthday (tricks dog an new you old teach can't - decipher in own time.)

We were once given a large colour TV (at a time when they were relatively rare) and had difficulty fitting it into our living room. I spend an inordinate amount of time in the garden shed trying to figure out what to do with a wonderful free gift that challenged the upholstered status quo chez-nous.

40 years ago, I was offered an amazing free gift which I sort of let into my house but have spent ages, on and off, figuring how to put it to good use. God, thankfully has been very patient, but bring on the new and it's like upgrading the phone!

Still, here I am, 40 years on, almost free bus-pass material, and coping with the heavenly up-grades as the Provider keeps offering them to His loyal (and sometimes not-so-loyal) customers.

Whatever it is that's new to you, look, listen, inwardly digest and give it time.

Well! Back at last!

No one said that the internet would be easy. No one promised an easy ride on the old Blog Horse. I seem to have lost my way for almost a couple of years. Still, I'm definitely back now, and having dipped my toe in the water, more must surely follow.

There are so many tales to tell!

Enough for now as the new reality needs time to sink in and we try to make a link from this to the email account, etc etc etc.

It's like breaking your mobile phone. After acquiring a new second hand one from the kids (again) you then have all the new technology to conquer. It took me all morning just to get my contacts sorted out. I now run a Samsung Edge or something of the sort. 

I was at Queen's University Belfast a few years ago and thought on to switch off the mobile while a I addressed a group of nursing students. This acted as a spur to the nursing tutors to do the same. All of us put our phones down on the desk. All were old school and all, as it turns out, were hand-me-downs from our kids. Meanwhile, all the students were busy shutting down their I-Cod, Galaxy-Milk-Android platformed kinder cell video/hi-fi/web based communicators.

I can remember when you had to put four pennies in the slot and press button B (or was it button A).

Enough. Back in a while.