Back in the Fold

It’s Saturday, and there are only six words that I can use:

Back In Contact With The World

Last Saturday I wrote that I had missed Friday’s post due to our modem/router/whatever-the-hell-it’s-called staging occasional unscheduled work-breaks. It seems to have taken offence at this (of course it read it, the post was chanelled through it as if I was a ghost, it was a medium and the internet was a séance) so ten minutes after I published the post it stopped working altogether and has remained resolutely on strike ever since.

The couple of posts that I have published since have been sneaked out at work to let you know that I’m still here, since I’ve discovered before that when a man who writes about his heart problems and his bouts of depression suddenly vanishes off the internet for a few days (especially when he has pledged himself to Post-a-Day) then it tends to scare the crap out of his internet friends.

Anyway, we now have a new thingummybob and the world is again my oyster, if the world will forgive me for called it salty, slimy and disgusting.

I am back, sitting in front of my machine and looking forward to reading more of your own posts than I got to do last week.

In short, I am expecting a very pleasant Saturday.

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Weekly Photo Challenge: Broken

It’s nearly a week late now, but this is this week’s picture.

There was only one possible photo. This is the broken object, with it’s red light where the green internet light should be, that has caused me to be a week late in the first place:

I’ve just been informed by Tinson2 (via email!!) that our new modem has arrived, so all is well in the Tinworld again.

Unfortunately they took away the old one. I had planned a follow-up photo of it after it alliteratively had been beaten to bits by a baseball bat.

Hello World!

That’s what they call your first post when you set up with WordPress.

I’m just using it to let you all know I still exist, and that my internet doesn’t.

I jokingly said at the weekend that from yesterday on I could write stuff at work but that’s not really an option, especially this week when I’ve to work late every night anyway.

Anyday now a courier will arrive with our replacement modem. He will be greeted with open arms, especially by my children.

Until then I will communicate in short bursts, like this one.

Hope you’re all keeping well.

Tin