The good old days is a popular phrase often shared between the older generation.
A few weeks ago my husband had been invited to speak at the Church. While at the Church I visited the ladies toilets.
I decided as soon as I entered the cubical that the 60s were before my time and I certainly didn’t have any desire to turn by the clock. Two minutes in those toilets made me realise that the good old days really weren’t that good!
I do need to say that the Church is in the process of modernising their toilets.
Yesterday brought the 60s experience flooding back when shopping at Dunelm Mill for curtain fabric with the shopping experiencing a power. The fabric department rather than printing a ticket had the work out the cost and write it by hand which took a long time and the checkouts had the use an old fashion credit card machine with paper and a special swishing machine instead of the easy chip and pin machine. What made matters worse the lady had to write all the barcodes down by hand. A fairly short visit took considerable longer.
The good old days, I think I’ll give it a miss thank you very much!
Happy Friday Friends!