Back from a lovely retreat in Kirkudbright (more later). Apologies for the silence, but the internet access was... well, if it was gay it would be one of those guys who looks at you at the bar, smiles, then ignores you for the rest of the evening. Even though he's standing on your foot.
Typically, it worked fine for everyone else on holiday. Even though it was my mobile broadband. Luckily I didn't buy it drinks.