"More reminiscences?" Giggled Muhammad, looking over my shoulder.
"As a matter of fact, yes." I replied, indignantly. " I thought I'd do a post about life before the word processor, when I first worked in a solicitors' office."
Muhammad laughed. "Do you think readers will be interested in the use of the quill pen?"
I ignored him. "The first office I worked in," I said, "had manual typewriters."
Muhammad yawned, wide pink. "Oh really?" He said, clearly bored with the subject.
I pressed on. "Yes," I said, "but they were getting electronic ones."
"No, they came later. The first ones with screens could only display one line of text - so that the typist could check what they had typed, before printing it."
"Wow, high tech." Said Muhammad, sarcastically.
"Actually," I said, "that was the beginning of a revolution. Until then, all errors could only be seen when they were on the paper - correcting them meant either rubbing out the error, or covering it with correction fluid. Some documents, like wills, could not be corrected - they had to be completely re-typed."
"You mean, like when I'm having a wash, you handle me and I have to start all over again?"
"Exactly." I said, trying to mask my amusement at the comparison.
"That must have been bloody annoying." Said Muhammad with feeling, absently licking a paw.
"It was. Thankfully, those days are long gone."
Muhammad got up, stretched, and made his way towards the cat flap. "Yes, it was a long time ago." He said. "What's it like being old?"
My slipper hit the flap as it bounced shut.