It's not you. It's me.
Or rather my internet connection. You see, our new house has an interesting little quirk. Every time the rain falls for more than two minutes or the wind blows at .001 miles per hour, our internet stops. This is a problem, living on the south coast and all.
When the internet dies, the light on our router will blink amber, like a coquettish traffic light that never turns green and stops you from speeding off towards Words With Friends. Every so often, the light will turn green, but only for a moment. Check bank balance, order Percy's Penguin Playset for Little One's birthday, look in vain for jobs in the TES online, then... This page cannot be displayed. Amber again.
It's what I imagine the Soviet Union was like when hot water or electricity was only on for an hour a day. No, I don't have it as bad as those who suffered under a totalitarian Communist regime, but that feeling of having something in abundance only to have it cruelly snatched from you is a bitter one. And, of course, this is the week that I promised myself that I would get to work, to be organised and sit down and write. The road to hell is not actually paved with good intentions. It's paved with failed New Year's resolutions. So at least it is a very long road.
In accordance with my oft-preached yet rarely utilized 'stop whinging and do something about it,' we have called BT (our landline doesn't work either). They have assured us, via Mumbai, that it is very likely our fault and if it is our fault we will be charged for the visit. And if we want compensation for the days where we had no service, we will first have to slay the Nemean lion, clean the Augean stables, capture Cerberus and some other related tasks.
The sole benefit of my undependable internet connection has been that when the green light is on, I am all business. No more wasted minutes looking at my Lovefilm list wondering what I should be watching. No more looking at miniBoden for cute dresses for Big One. I have actually read some books. I highly recommend The Goldfinch.
I have now explained why the posts have been so few. I will try to be a better correspondent in future.