I have been on holiday (yes, again. It doesn't happen often so don't begrudge me). I come back and what do I find? A dead phone line and no internet connection. And there I was, ready and eager, nay GAGGING, to update you on the rest of my highly exciting cake tour of Normandy.
I tried to build my own modem using a tin can, a selection of coloured strings, some glue and a pair of net curtains but, as you can imagine, this isn't really working out. I'm not terribly good at electronics. Using a mobile phone to blog will only make me angry, mainly because my mobile was designed by Satan himself for the sole purpose of annoying me. So best wait for the engineer to call, whenever that might be.
I shall sulk in the meantime. You see if I don't.
3 comments:
You'll be a different person without the internet. View it as a spa break.
Cleansing breath.
She's right - it'll be like another holiday.
They're right. I'm actually a little jealous of you.
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