Going to post this unedited just to make sure you get it; then I’ll fix it if I’m still here.
Woke up early this morning feeling horrible: D-Day* had arrived; or, more accurately, RCT-Day**.
*Dentist Day
**Root Canal Treatment Day. Doesn’t have quite the same ring to it, does it?
Turned to my beloved internet for comfort, only to find that the internet had disappeared. It didn’t work on any of the four computers, three phones and two consoles I tried.
Quickly kicked the Hub out of bed to investigate. Investigations turned up the fact that the internet had disappeared.
Hub called Virgin.
Virgin said, ‘Can’t come ’til Thursday.’
Hub said, ‘But my wife will kill me.’
Virgin said, ‘Can’t come ’til Thursday.’
Hub sent Spud to tell me the bad news.
Hub lives; but only because I can’t find him.
Went to dentist.
Came home.
Internet back on; Hub lives to quake another day.
Internet may not stay on, so please bear with me.
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