Was talking to Noi just now about queuing to withdraw money from the bank every Friday (I think it was) when I was living at Firth Park in Sheffield. The invention of the ATM changed that particular routine.
I suppose I'm glad to say that, but for some reason the routine never felt all that inconvenient. In fact, I've got a feeling I regarded it as a sensible way to get some money in my pocket. It was just the way things were, and the memories don't feel like at all like unpleasant ones. Quite the opposite.
But it is difficult to connect with that version of my life. Like watching tv programmes from that period. Odd, yet completely familiar.
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