Apologies for light posting: a power cut this morning cut one off from the outside world, returning us to the dark days of the twentieth century. It was most disconcerting. Doubly so in fact, for it was disconcerting how disconcerted one was at being denied access to the interwebs for just a few hours. Involuntarily denied of course. It's a different matter when one chooses to be free from modern communications for a few days: that's precious solitude that is all the sweeter for being so fleeting and unusual.
Still, at least it solves the question of what luxury one would demand in the event of being marooned upon a desert island: a laptop with a working broadband connection. Which is, you may think, rather sad.