The weekly Wednesday prompt, posted by GC and Sue W is gadgets.
The television remote is called a gadget, and who ever controls the gadget controls what they watch. We share gadget control in our house. When football is on, my husband has control. Swearing, shouting, and after ninety minutes his blood pressure is through the roof. Win or lose. Then he will throw the gadget to me and I get to watch my programmes (Greys Anatomy) where I can’t tell my daughter what is happening because she hasn’t watched it yet.
I remember a time when I was the gadget, and turning over our (three) channels was up to the child there at the time. From black and white, to our first colour (there was a slot where you put the money in to put the TV on), to my first (black and white) television with a game on it, in my bedroom. Now, I say game, but it was literally white lines, against a black background, and you played football, tennis, and hockey. We didn’t have any better then, and I enjoyed it all the same.
The worst gadget (for me) I ever brought was a bread maker.
I was going to bake freshly made bread, the easy way. It was such a lot of fuss to make the bread. I think I used it about three times before I thought it is easier to go buy the bread from the shop and if I wanted freshly baked bread – go to the experts. I’m no cook and even my grown up children don’t trust me when making cakes. They are flat, tasteless, and again, you can buy cakes that taste much better. Although I do love making biscuits and cakes (packet mix of course) with my granddaughter. Only I don’t allow her to taste the uncooked mix like we did when I was a child. (delicious, but dangerous)
The only gadget I can’t live without is my washing machine. When I was a little girl, Mum had a twin tub. One side for washing, and the other side for drying. It took her a whole day to do the washing. Now all I have to do is put the washing in the machine, press a button, and an hour later my washing is done. Put it in the dryer (mostly in winter) and an hour later it is dry. I reckon Mum would have loved to been able to have the day to herself. When my machine is broken I can’t even think of handwashing anything. There are launderettes, but it is a pain to go there, and very expensive.