We are back online. Rejoice with me. I feel like I have been sleeping rough on virtual streets for the past couple of months, occasionally getting myself into an online shelter (this metaphor is perhaps inappropriate, but you know what I mean).
Such is my level of enthusiasm that I am already psyching my husband up for the excitement that is NaBloPoMo (or his wife scurrying to the computer each evening after the children going to bed, saying petulantly “I have to”). It’s never too early to start. Perhaps I can sign up for November already!
This enthusiasm despite the fact that
1. that the downlighters our electrician insisted on installing at enormous expense (sooo, 2008 and, apparently, a fire hazard to boot – money clearly would have been much better spent on laying in baked beans for the depression ahead) make it difficult to see the screen and
2. our internet connection is brutal – thank you BT wireless – and I will doubtless be sitting here at two minutes to midnight, anxious to get in my post and thereby be in with a chance to win a voucher to the etsy shop or whatever online goodies are available for those who successfully post every day and I will be very cranky.