For the first time in 7 years, I’m without wireless broadband at home due to some fault with the phone socket, or maybe a squirrel eating the cable. After the initial shock, I’m rather enjoying it. 50p an hour in the local internet shop is a bargain, and given the volatility of a home network that eventually depends on a single cable, it makes me think that I’m getting over the idea of having a home network. I’m sure the feeling will go off, but I like the thought that in 5 minutes, when I leave this kiosk, that’ll be it. No more endless clicking on BBC news, or getting sidetracked by Google searches.
On the other hand, if you’re hoping to contact me, you’ve had it I’m afraid. Updates soon.
