Dear Sir,

With time on my hands I was doing some thinking. I don't know what streaming is. I think I know what a hashtag is, but don't care.

I know what an app is but I don't know how to download one and, ditto, I don't care.

I am not on Facebook since I have trouble keeping up with the friends I have. I don't Skype. I was never a beauty, but am now positively ugly, so why would I or anyone else want to look at my face?

I don't even look in the mirror any more than I have to. I wrote letters to friends and they to me, and ran to the mailbox to see what had come in. I kept the good letters and reread them now.

Leave tweeting and twittering to the birds.

I had accounts at all the stores I used frequently. I charged my purchases, they billed me, I gave them a cheque and the bank sent me a statement.

I didn't worry about losing my credit cards, having them compromised, having my bank account hacked and trying to remember my passwords to access everything. Speaking of which, I didn't have to try to remember up to ten different ones, not writing them down for fear of someone using them.

If I wanted to travel, I visited my lovely travel agent, told her where I wanted to go and how, and a couple of days later she gave me a ticket and an itinerary and I went to the airport half an hour before the plane took off. I took traveller's cheques.

I wonder what kind of world the young of today will face at my age?

Do I envy them?

Have a good day, as they say, and keep well.

DIANA DIEL

Smith's