Our internet connection has always been slow but sure, and it’s suited me fine. Recently, however, Dave decided he wanted it superfast, and last Monday an engineer came to fix us up. Since then our connection has either been so fast it makes you dizzy, or non-existent.
I think you know me well enough, dear readers, to imagine how I felt last Thursday when a TV producer emailed to say he was keen to see my screenplay.
And I think you can imagine how I felt when I’d written my email reply and attached the docs and pressed send, and the internet failed…and continued to fail until I was beside myself with the jitters. (Fortunately for Dave he was out on his bike.)
Another thing you know is how much Sally Howe and I like Hassop Station – the cafe, bookshop and cycle hire place that’s a mile away on the Monsal Trail.
Luckily for me, it has Wi-Fi. So I grabbed my laptop and jumped in the car and five minutes later I’d sent my screenplay and was sipping a soothing Earl Grey tea.
I have written this post in bed, but I may have to go to Hassop Station to post it.