I miss worrying about the future.

It was bad enough when the money started to change, I went through three types of currency in my lifetime, the old LSD system, then decimalisation, and now the Euro, enough to do your head in. Then came the kilo’s and the litres followed by the millimetres and the kilometers, wouldn’t you think they’d give you a long rest to digest all that stuff, not a bit of it, they take all the knobs off the TV’s so you can’t switch them on or off anymore, you have to use a remote control, and just when you’ve mastered the art of taping shows on the VCR they switch over to discs and the tapes are useless, so is the bloody VCR, I won’t begin to talk about the whole new language you have to learn just to use a computer.
Then they tell you you can’t have a smoke with your pint anymore, the only comfort that’s keeping you sane through all this bewilderment they call progress, you have to move outside and catch pneumonia. The daughter calls to take you out for a spin in the car on a nice day and you have to strap yourself into the car seat like a wild animal being delivered to the zoo, you sit there as stiff as a plank and hardly able to breathe, when you get home she asks you “”Did you enjoy the drive Dad?” and green in the face I answer “Oh course I did Love”
They tell you to cut out this and that and you'll live longer, then when you live longer they tell you you are a burden on the state, talk about hypocrites!
The fact is Mary I miss everything being the way it was, I don't mind the age bit in the least, I could be here all night telling you about all the wonderful changes I didn’t want or need but got them anyway.