Our internet access has been rudely interrupted by our ISP.
On Saturday they upgraded us to super-fast broadband - which resulted in total inability to access any internet thingy* at all.
A call to Technical Support this morning (and why are we supposed to find it easier to speak to a lass with a very strong Indian accent if she calls herself Caroline?) was partly reassuring, in that it was nothing to do with them.
So we needed to contact the makers of the router. Huh? Oh well, I'm not very technologically minded, so that was the next step.
But I got home from work quite late, and feeling very stressed - it's this looming retirement thingy*, I think.
So I asked DH to ring the router people. He tried 4 or 5 times to get through, and could only stand about 10 minutes of the holding music each time, so it took a while to get through to them.
Then of course, it was simple - just open the browser you hardly ever use, type in a sequence of numbers (now why didn't we think of that!), and there we are, back online.
Much less stressed now - was it a good meal, or perhaps getting up to date with PeanutYorkie, z, kaz, murph, Bathmatwatch, etc, etc.
Good heavens, it wasn't stress, it was withdrawal symptoms!
*thingy is borrowed from greavsie - thank you.