Day 8: Over the Hills

Apologies, constant reader, for making it seem like i've dropped off the face of the earth for the past week. I guess this is what happens when you head over the Dales to the more remote parts of the country. Not that Scarborough is really that remote, just that this is what tends to happen when you go to stay with the parent who has the least technological sense of the two. Anyway, having been reassured by my mother that the Internet was up and working at her house, you can imagine that I was somewhat perturbed/miffed/annoyed/upset/uncaring (delete as appropriate) that the aforementioned connection was slow to say the least. And by slow i mean sloooooowwwwwww. You know how they've taken to calling the old-fashioned postal service 'snail mail' (at least over here in the UK). Well, this was slower still - like an asthmatic snail with heavy shopping, and no inhaler. Y'see where i'm going with this?

Anyway, i suppose i should refer back to what i was thinking on the day in question i had planned to write this. Mainly, i was looking forward to having a week with my Mum and doing not much of anything apart from, perhaps, browsing round the town and maybe doing a little bit of work on the way (the curse of having e-mail - your boss can get in touch with you anywhere you are). Of course, the week here is now nearly over - and with it, i'll hopefully be returning to the land of the 'technological'. At least for the next few days anyhow. Fingers crossed. Until then, it's back to the internet blackspot that is Seamer. Well, at least after i've typed the next post.