Yesterday I rode a tram for the first time.
(Largely because one of the stops is right by my work office, and the York Place terminus is on the bus route home). It was very smooth, and reasonably quick. I shall look forward to taking one again when I got to Belfast next week for the Game Of Thrones exhibition.
Speaking of which. Oh. My. God. I had trouble sleeping last night. Brrrrrrr.
Oh, and this morning I paid my brother for my share of my mother's birthday flowers/present. I did so by selecting his name from a list of contacts on my phone. My bank then used the mobile number to work out who he was, and route the cash to the correct account. I'm sure that to some of you this sounds old-fashioned, but being able to do instantaneous free payments from the tiny touch-screen computer in my pocket feels pretty awesome to me.
Truly we are living in the technological dream-world we were promised as children*. Space-fives all round, everyone!
*No, you cannot have a flying car. Non-flying cars cause quite enough havoc, thank-you-very-much.
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- Greetings from space year two-thousand-and-fourteen!