#1458 theoldmortuary ponders.

What’s something you’d love to see in the future, but know you probably won’t live to witness?

There are many reasons I write a daily blog. Witnessing is one of them. I have always been fascinated by the day to day lives of  ‘normal’, run-of-the-mill, people , like myself. Not the famous, infamous,grand, important, iconic,good, bad and ugly( beautiful) people who habitually occupy the world’s media.

I just love the observation of people going about their daily lives.

As a British person with a peculiar interest in normality I would love to see how Britain between January 2020, when we left the European Union and May 2023 when the World COVID Pandemic was declared over, is viewed with the retrospective wisdom of 100 years.

British people are a blended island nation, who talk a lot about the weather. Sometimes about Wars. And unlike any other nation, have a couplet of 21st Century woes.

Businesses failed because of the joint enterprise of Brexit and Covid.

Relationships failed.

Communities broke up.

People took the fork in the road that they would never have considered were it not for Brexit/Covid.

It is not in the least unusual to hear 

” Well, of course, there was Brexit and then Covid”

We are a nation whacked by a double whammy.

As an individual, Brexit/Covid galvanised me into  daily blogging/ diarising. Something I had wanted to do all my life but life got in the way.

I used to dream of keeping a five year diary. I never achieved it, despite being nerdy, and at times, an insular child.

Jetpack, the app that supports my WordPress blog page has a new-to-me feature.

Suddenly I have my 6 year diary pages to look back on.

I promise not to share these here too often but I find them fascinating, of course I do.

The great ponder of the day is, will they survive 100 years, and what will my great-grandchildren make of them?

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#1457 theoldmortuary ponders

Marking time. A 100 year old tennis club gets an address. The 21st Century has arrived.

1966 was a big year in Great Britain. The men’s football team won the football World Cup and Postcodes were introduced.

Between 1966 and 1974 every address in Britain gained a postcode.

For reasons, lost in the mist of time, our Tennis Club missed out. I imagine other places must have done too.

For 60 years the club has managed. Firmly occupying a corner of land where the road bends and meets the sea. But the world has moved on and increasingly the digital age just cannot see something that does not have an alphanumeric code.

In fact the very act of applying for an official address and postcode without a postcode proved to be a challenge. A challenge that was ultimately successful. Although to achieve filling in a digital form correctly but inaccurately the club was declared a  ‘new’ build.

Increasing companies and organisations have systems that simply cannot interact with our club because we had no postcode.

So yesterday really was a red letter day. Although as yet no actual letter of any colour has been delivered. That would require a postbox!

Small steps.

Yesterday turned out to be the last day stuff had to be delivered to a members address and then walked or driven to the club for redelivery. Nothing inconsequential, like an Amazon parcel that could be tucked into a coat pocket or bag.

Four park benches for the watching of tennis or just taking in the view.