In the early hours of this morning, my brain was in overdrive. Lacking the appropriate off switch I started to twitter on (verbally) and hubs was forced to act as if he were listening. I was rambling on about the wonders of the internet hubs immediately reacted to my use of the word magic. Not magic, that is for fairy stories, the internet works on established scientific principles, according to the laws of physics and mathematics. Don’t ask me to explain further its beyond me.
Later when we were up and dressed, no simple matter these days! Conversation turned to the television, for some weeks past the words, ‘there is no connection’ have appeared at regular intervals on the screen. All recordings and iPlayer programmes have been mysteriously vanished. After scrabbling around on shelves and in drawers booklets which explain how absolutely simple it is to have the programme of your choice appeared. I had (yes it was me), had the bright idea of putting new batteries in the remote control. We stared earnestly at the connections, the telephone link up, the plugs in the wall and wondered what on earth we could possibly do. Hubs gently pushed one plug gently into the socket. Suddenly the screen flashed, fingers crossed we pressed the programme listings. It was there on the screen! Can we get our recorded programmes, yes! The extensive list appeared at the press of a button. Who is non-scientific now?
Secretly inside my head I thought that’s magic.