We live down a long lane, with a single telephone line straggling along many poles, between the branches of many trees. A few years back we lost the line after squirrels chewed through the insulation.
The night before last we lost our 512K broadband - the fastest the line will support - and the dial tone sounds like it's on a short-wave radio from Post Stanley - lots of crackles and fizzes. If the 80-mile an hour winds forecast for tonight materialise we may not have a line at all by tomorrow.
Currently the best connection I can get is 24K dialup.
Blogging, needless to say, may be light, until BT and the tree surgeon have each performed their respective magics.
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