This week, Jemma has been away on a school residential trip, to a watersports centre. They were told no mobile phones were allowed to be taken. Last night, about 9ish, the phone rang. We have caller display, and it said Pay Phone on it. I answered it, and there was Jemma on the other end, calling to say what she had been up to, and chattering 10 to the dozen about her week. It struck me afterwards that she knew our home phone number. I didn't think she did. It's not something we've drilled into the kids heads, maybe we should have.I remember as a child, when you picked up the phone you automatically said the phone number. My childhood phone number is imprinted in my brain permanently, complete with the old area code. I can still tell you my grandparents phone numbers, Mark's parents phone number, all learned back in the day when we didn't have speed dial. My parents moved 8 years ago, and I couldn't tell you their new number, as I just pick their names from the phone's address book! Mobile numbers have me stumped too. Every number I dial now, I have to look up. The only one I try to remember these days is Mark's work number.
Technology has made me lazy, maybe I should endeavour to remember more numbers, to make the old grey matter work at bit more. Or maybe I'll just stick to the address book and phone directory...
TTFN
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2 comments:
I totally agree Sarah used to know loads of numbers and now they're all in speed dial...just got to remember folks names instead!!
Yes, I remember saying the numbers as well - and you used to know numbers because looking them up each time as a hassle! Mind you, they didn't always have eleven digits in those days!
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