Simon is very patient. He took a long time explaining to me the difference between a router and a router, and the thing I have brought home is a little black box with a sticky-up bit like a dog’s tail. Simon says that it is an abroad banned modem as well, which is what I really need. No doubt Mother will be au fait with all this gobbledegook, which I do not understand at all. I don’t know why I bothered attending all those IT classes. I am not surprised that I don’t get fed properly if Mum is out learning all about e-mails and abroad banned with her cronies at the Women’s Group all the time.
I will try to put it out of my mind and have ten minutes with the Raindrop Prelude and a few Custard Cream biscuits to restore inner calm before mum comes home and starts blaming me for something.
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