September 2011
Home again. It's such a trial; one has to change on the Moon from Mars; it takes at least two hours. Trouble is, with light years etc. you leave home age forty and return at fifty eight.
I hate the waste of years when we should be enjoying life with star-lites trips and subliminal parties - or do I mean sub, well something under the sea.
It's also difficult adjusting to gravity again. I hate only having a few pills for meals as I have always enjoyed my food.
We have revolted in as much as we still keep some ground for growing vegetables. I know our children think we're barmy, but they don't refuse an old fashioned meal when they visit. I like Earth, the planet that is; I have memories of my ancestors cooking their own bread, baking pies and cakes, it makes my mouth water. Of course, years ago they would die of old age at seventy, but not as now when we seem to go on forever. I must admit I am ready to go; two hundred and eight is old enough for me. Of course, we will be fobbed off soon, they haven't got room for us all as it is, that is why the kids are on Jupiter.
We have now perfected the way of finding our ancestors, and often I look back at the family, the clothes they wore, pretty and colourful, not the simple uniform of today. I actually have kept some of the clothes of my parents. The new look semi long skirts that were the fashion of the day and the miniskirts where girls had legs up to their bottom.
And hair, there were so many styles, colours, textures. I know it's more hygienic and easy to have very short flicked back hair now, but I always think pretty hair made one look younger.
I went back 300 years on the pad to our wedding, yes a wedding of two people standing in a church stating their vows, promising to love and obey their partners forever. Never thought it would last this long, still, in this day and age it is nothing to move about between partners of both sexes. Everyone is free to do as they please as they conform to the masters.
We are all numbers, of course, and well regulated as to travel as there are still insurgents trying to change the rules in other countries. No religion to worry about, of course, caused too much trouble in the old days. Same as pensions, none of that – we have to work for a living until we die.
There will always be dictators though, someone thinking they can do things better or worried someone else may be getting more money than themselves. Tony Blair still has his kingdom on the Isle of Man, made a fortune with his speeches and books and still trying to make a comeback. But Ann Widdecombe won't let him, she still holds the record of Dancing the Strictly when he could hardly get on his toes.
We can watch anything on Skysearch, but Eggheads and University Challenge are still going strong. Big Brother has gone forever – they sent them all off to Uranus!
Well off for ablutions, those showers suck out so quickly I have been stuck to the wall several times lately . . . and the toilets . . . whew!