The island where time stood still...

Blessings in disguise… we all know what they are, don’t we? This morning my DSL connection went bust, and at a rather inconvenient time, too. Alright, alright, there never really is a convenient time for that to happen. But I was just in the middle of something when it happened, and it was rather upsetting.

Walked around the house like a tiger, returning every few minutes to my desk to see if that little green light on the modem had come back on. On one of my rounds I passed by the enormous mountain of clothes to iron - and that was an excellent opportunity to let off my steam (oops, what a pun!) and prove myself what a capable housewife I can be. When there's no internet, that is! ;)

For these past few weeks Simba has been following me everywhere, and he made no exception for my ironing spree. And the little bugger - as usual - knew full well where to make himself comfortable for maximum effect: as soon as the blackest t-shirt was done he decided that was the best bed to shed his hairs on...

Well, my clothes mountain has shrunk by two thirds, and the internet's working now. Better get back to work before it goes off again. Funny, though, how this island time and time again proves the slogan right, which some bright spark (many years ago!) invented to promote tourism: "the island where time stood still". Makes you wonder how broadband internet made it to our shores at all!