No mobile connectivity no longer a problem.
Went to a Burns Night dinner last night organised by the “Friends of William Farr School”. A good time was had by all and I got to wear my new Irish tartan kilt (photos withheld due to health and safety reasons).
The bash was at Hemswell Court, a former RAF Officers Mess – there will be quite a few such buildings in Lincolnshire which was known as bomber county during the second world war. It’s a v pleasant venue with memories of men in sheepskin flying jackets and the roar of Lancaster bomber engines echoing around the place.
Being in a rural spot, as most RAF bomber command airfields were, there is sod all mobile coverage at Hemswell Court. Ordinarily in town I’d feel somewhat naked without mobile coverage. In Hemswell I didn’t give it a second thought.
This is a) because I wasn’t bothered about anyone phoning (I especially didn’t want to hear from the kids who were probably trashing the house with the parents away) and b) because there was WiFi. That’s when you realise how little you use the phone to actually talk to people.
Communication is now more through sms (ok, for which one does need a mobile sig), Twitter, Facebook and email. I do occasionally use Google Hangouts and Skype. It’s also all about using the internet for information – weather, restaurants in Lisbon (next weekend), dates for the Trent Bridge test match next summer (we are going), train arrival times, TV schedules for Duck Dynasty, approving blog comments (or marking them as spam), hotel bookings, finding the hotel, researching accounting packages for startup businesses, roast pork cooking times, IoM Ferry sailing schedules, photo editing, blog posting, presentation writing, seeing who Lincoln City are playing on Saturday, finding restaurants in SoHo, checking web stats, accepting (or rejecting) offers to connect on LinkedIn, finding offers on hedge trimmers, ordering books off Amazon, external USB sound cards on eBay, checking out settees (we need a new one in the TV room), double glazing, bulk log deliveries. lawn treatment specialists and so on. There must be more I’m sure if anyone wants to mention some I’ve missed out 🙂
Now I didn’t do all that last night at Hemswell. I was too busy jigging, flinging, eating haggis and drinking whisky, but I could have done. The internet access was serviceable enough for me not to think it was slow which in rural Lincolnshire can’t be bad.
Gotta go. IM just in on Facebook from a kid who needs picking up from the library. Fair enough.