On this day in 1876, Alexander Graham Bell finally got his invention working: the telephone.
It worked nothing like our phones today: the very first phones were sold in pairs, where each phone could call only that one other phone (you had to pick that other person carefully). Then came the “switchboard,” which let you call any other phone, but you couldn’t dial the number yourself – the “operator” had to plug in wires to connect your call. Now we can call anyone anywhere on our own within seconds, and through the air. But that first phone, that first time talking to someone through a wire, must have looked like magic.
That has nothing to do with my day, but again I’m struggling to actually find anything to write about. I’m sure that today has had less than 24 hours in it, or that each hour has only consisted of 40 minutes.
Most of the day appeared to have been spent food shopping at ASDA.
I did a little bit of work, writing a report for my head teacher for the governors about ICT in school (no more than an A4 page – actually quite hard to do).
I discovered an online F1 racing game, which is controlled in a bizarre mix of keyboard for accelerating and braking but mouse for steering. I haven’t quite got the hang of it yet, but will do soon. Maybe.
Band was ok, nothing special. Nice to play and have fun.
We collected a cache on the way back (GC47DY7) which had only been published this afternoon – we decided not to go for it, since we’d only just got back in and lunch was ready. That puts us up to 754 found now.
As I type, we’re ending the day with Father Ted on the TV. A classic.
