Grandad December 27th, 2008
Happy Birthday, Dad.
If you had lived you would be 106 today.
Wherever you are, I hope you are well and enjoying whatever it is you do Up There.
Things have changed a little bit in the last thirty three years since you went on your last journey.
We have things like Climate Change, and the Interweb but the tap in the yard is still dripping.
Do you remember how we used to climb on the roof to twiddle the television aerial to try to pick up a signal? Well, we now have a little dish thing up there and can pick up as many television channels as we want. Hundreds of television stations. And they are all shite.
One of the really big innovations that has come along is the computer. It is like a little television that is connected to a typewriter. You type away on the typewriter and letters and things appear on the television screen. There are things called programmes that you put in so that you can get it to do specific tasks, like calculate your tax bill or the best place to get Viagara. The latter is another new innovation, but we’ll skip that for now.
Computers are wonderful things. They can calculate things at unbelievable speeds and if you are lucky, they will actually give you the right answer before they crash.
You would have enjoyed the Interweb. Somehow, they have managed to connect nearly all the computers in the world together so that you can sit in the living room and access unbelievable amounts of pornography and things like that. Isn’t it wonderful the things they can do?
The house is much as you left it. [That reminds me – I must get around to dusting it one of these days.] We did put in central heating because Herself used to complain about breaking the ice in the kitchen sink before she could wash herself. I also finally got around to replacing that blown bulb in the lobby.
The garden is nearly the same too. I have even cut the grass a few times. I’m afraid the field of raspberries is gone now, but I think you would approve of the crop that is now growing there.
I have tried to look after the place as you would have wished. I think you would be happy with my efforts.
If ever you decide to try to contact the living, do give me a shout. I miss our chats. If I’m not in at the time, you can always get me on my mobile [Yup – we carry our telephones around in out pockets these days] or leave a message and I’ll get back to you.
I miss you.
Your loving son.
G
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