ONLINE.

I eat my words. The doorbell rang this morning and there stood the mailman, clutching a little black box in his arms. Enter our lovely better-late-than-never INTERNET HUB. Of course my productivity is suffering as a result. My room was so very nearly tidy until all of ten minutes ago and the recycling was bagged up and ready to go. I even had a shopping list. But hey! it matters not, we are connected at last. And thanks to an earlier bout of industriousness the kitchen is looking sparkly clean at the very least.