My neighbour Mr Fango could never be accused of being modern. It was clear to me that the cutting edge of technology had long passed him by.
I know this because he still used a push mower and hand shears to cut his hedge. Added to that his home had a fuel stove and Mrs Fango wore old lady shoes even in middle age.
I mentioned this to my mum and dad at the dinner table one night, and they told me that Mr and Mrs Fango belonged to an age-old religious group who rejected modernization in every way.
Though it was true, they had a telephone and one day I spied Mrs Fango greeting the pizza guy at their door. Mr Fango though always the wore the same khaki overalls every day of the week, and I think if he was a church goer he’d wear them there as well.
It came as a surprise one day to see a new car in their driveway as it turned out Mr Fango had come into a large amount of money and had splashed out on something modern after all.