Where have I been for the last sixteen days? Oh, I’ve been here, as usual, doing my usual stuff in my usual way. What HASN’T been here has been the Internet. Two weeks ago, it ‘stopped.’ And the reason it stopped was because the farm vehicles around here are driven by young and reckless men (usually with one eye on the road and one eye on their mobile phones) in a wild and inconsiderate manner, and one of them pulled down and broke the cable that delivers the internet chez nous, and it has taken two weeks for Openreach and Shropshire council to organise their respective acts and mend the cable. They say that you don’t know what you’ve got until it’s gone. And even though I am a child of the Sixties and therefore grew up and functioned perfectly well in the world pre-Internet, the post-Internet world has pushed itself (most rudely, I might add) into my world, forcing me to become reliant on it to some extent. For example, banking, bits of shopping and studying for my diploma which rel