Picture me last Tuesday...shaking my little, girly fists, gnashing my teeth and stamping my feet: I'd had no Internet all day long. Grrrrrrr! Turned out it was a problem with Virgin Broadband, exclusively in my postcode area, which somehow made it EVEN WORSE.
It was particularly bad timing, as I had just packed a big suitcase and was off away later that afternoon, taking a train to Liverpool, ready for visiting a school the following morning, and then straight on to do a couple of days at the Shrewsbury Festival. So this was my last chance to sort out those last-minute emails.
Of course, I couldn’t even moan effectively, because I couldn't post this blog either!! I decided I would right it anyway and then post it as soon as I got back: you can’t waste a good whinge - Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!
POSTSCRIPT: I got back from Shrewsbury on Friday night and, guess what? STILL no Internet. Aaaaaaaaaahh!! Imagine: a beautiful, sunny, Saturday morning... what am I doing? I am stuck in front of my computer, while the techy folk at Virgin Helpline talk me through all sorts of diagnostic whatsits and thingybobs for 3 WHOLE HOURS!!! While I am talking on the phone, poor John is wedged under the desk with the dust and fluff, plugging and unplugging cables to routers and modems...
The upshot was, as you can see, that we got it back online, but not until late last night. And it came back all by itself because, though they swore it wasn't, it was a problem at Virgin's end all along! Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!!!