Images of the Glebe The scramble to keep up

I’m still somewhat reluctantly learning how to set the GPS on my phone to help me find a new place or a particular address. You can learn how to do it, yes, but then you have to practise enough to know when she’s leading you down the garden path. It’s frustrating when she insists that you take her route, right or wrong. But I’m still practising because – you have to. You absolutely have to keep up.

My mother lived until she was 98, almost 99. For the last dozen or so years of her life, maybe more, she was unable to make a phone call. Why? Because there was no longer a phone book for her to look up a number – phone books had disappeared,