Why does modern life get ever more complicated?
In the past I have written several letters, which you have kindly printed, protesting against the desecration of the countryside and the privatisation of our essential services.
All to no avail. In fact the situation gets daily worse with more and more wind turbines, huge housing estates and acres of land covered by solar panels.
As far as privatisation goes we all know these companies are ripping us off, are incompetent and in some cases have been shown to be fiddling the books. Nevertheless it goes on. The National Health Service has now been privatised beyond the point of no return. With another two years to go of this coalition government there will be nothing left when they have finished. Now they are in the process of dismantling the state education system.
When you think there is no more to privatise you read that they are selling the blood plasma service to an American company. Meanwhile the country descents into a sort of Dickensian state with the rich getting richer ad the poor having to resort to food banks. Add to this the most uncivilised of cuts, the closing of public toilets and it is obvious we are heading for Third World status.
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So I thought, writing letters is a waste of time and at my advanced age I will just opt out. No chance!
We do not have a computer. My wife and I do not want one in the house. We do not want to spend our time staring at a screen. We do not want to tweet, or twitter or look at Facebook. We do not want to send or receive emails and we certainly do not want to play computer games or avail ourselves of all the other vile things which are apparently available on the internet and the whole idea of reading a book on a Kindle is anathema.
But they get you in the end. When our travel documents arrived for a holiday in Italy recently the instruction was to print out your own boarding pass (on the internet). This was done courtesy of our son-in-law but you do not have a numbered seat so it is strictly a case of survival of the fittest as to whether you sit together. As the departure gates at Bristol Airport seem to be getting further away from the departure lounge (half a mile?) the old and the lame etc get left behind.
Another recent incident which demonstrated that we cannot escape the modern world was a visit to the new eye infirmary at Derriford. the appointment was after six pm and when we got there, there was not a soul in sight just two self-entry machines. So we had to touch in all our details including nationality and ethnic group and were then instructed to proceed to the waiting area. To be fair it was not very difficult and we were seen promptly. All that was left was to negotiate the new car parking system with its discs, cash machines and barriers. Growing old is not for the faint-hearted.