Back in touch

The joy of it. The engineer has paid his visit (anyone else remember that song that went "...hey baby, I'm your telephone man...") and he has restored my connection with cyberspace!

It was a fault on the line apparently and now the line is faultless. We don't get much down the broadband "pipe" here in our rural idyll, but what we do get, I've now got back.

At a stroke my download speed is ten times better than it was. And that means all sorts of things are do-able again. Things like wasting hours watching naughty videos or whiling away an afternoon at either Olderoticart or Wickedknickers - or both.

As it happens I've been able to get quite a bit of work done over the last few days. I've been hammering away at the keys in a very productive fashion. A fact that was perhaps not unconnected to my state of disconnection.

A state of (dis)connection

My broadband continues to drive me crazy. Lots of calls to my ISP and several apparent cures, but again it's back to being seriously unwell. It seems I have about a tenth of the download that I should be getting on this phone line, and even that is a fraction of what most city-dwellers take for granted.

Our fault for choosing to live at the end of anywhere, I suppose. But it really ticks me off that this fraction-of-a-fraction service I'm getting is charged at the full rate.

Anyway, you don't want to hear my moaning. The point of this is to say that this blog may not get the loving care it usually enjoys. While I'm gone here's a nice picture.

PS Happy Valentine's Day. May your red roses be rosy - and your cheeks rosier still.