My mother’s house that is. Technological advancements beyond 1999 are seemingly not welcome or understood. Perhaps this is how the golden years begin, with the gentle closing of a door…

Anyway, myself and the boy are visiting and my mother’s internet connection has done me in. She’s on dial-up (people born in the 90s may want to look that up in an encyclopedia). I’d assumed they’d pulled the plug on those accounts ages ago but having tried to use it to book a flight and a train ticket I now know there’s money to be made still. It took me over an hour to find and book the best train journey and about half an hour to book the flight. After that, I spent ten minutes swearing and called up a friendly communications company and ordered mobile broadband which arrived today. Relief.

Setting it up all went wonderfully well, straight out of the box and all that malarkey. And while I’ve probably just committed myself for a year to something that will be faster and cheaper next week, it’s worth it to keep me sane.