That’s a proper bridge.

So far it’s kept my feet dry this season but has provided a few too many wobbly moments.

Work had a few too many wobbly moments today as well.

This morning was an important work Teams call. I was up and raring to go. Ok not so much raring as rusty, but at least I had a coffee at hand. Sat at my home old desk, just logging on when POWER CUT. PANTS.

Ok no panic, I will access Teams on my mobile. But clearly the wind is in the wrong direction. No 5G, no 4G, not even 3G, only 2G. PANTS, mobile internet is going to be really slow. Not much will load up.

Even bigger PANTS. I don’t have the access to my emails, I don’t have the Teams link.

Ok, text a colleague for the link.

Eventually a slightly blurry photo of the huge hieroglyphic looking link came through. But can’t get anything to load.

A brainwave, drive to down the hill to the next village where I know there will be strong WIFI in the cafe but no mobile coverage. Even more ginormous PANTS. I can’t find my car keys, where on earth are they. Clocks ticking and still no keys.

Needs must, I’m going to put on my running shoes and run to the cafe. 15 minutes later, breathless, sweating, sat in the cafe with another cup of coffee. Internet working on my mobile, I’m only going to be 20 minutes late on the meeting. I carefully type in the million character long link code.

Infeasibly Big Godzilla size PANTS. My thoughtful colleague has copied the wrong code. I’m not looking at a Teams Call Screen, rather a screen to rebook a DHL delivery.

That’s it, I tried. Just sit and drink my coffee.

37 thoughts on “Proper bridge”

  1. That’s how our internet was yesterday and I kept trying to work on blog posts till gave up till the internet was back up and running again. The difference I always have tea on hand & a comfortable rocker.

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      1. I’m so glad our power was only out for 1.5 days. It really makes you aware of how dependent you are on electricity.

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  8. I think it’s my turn to sound really, really old now, for I can remember when I was a kid that the neighbour had to borrow our landline and put money in a pot to cover the cost. I can also remember that the day we moved in, the whole house seem to be painted in brown, all of it and the phone was attached to the brown. Oh and the public phone had a little place to put your money on the side in a row and you had to actually dial it, not push button. There, old or what?

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