Friday, 23 February 2007


Father Broadband

Any other day I'd have been annoyed to be woken at two-thirty in the morning. But to us the phone tinkling in the early hours was the equivalent of hearing reindeer footsteps on the roof. I closed my eyes and went back to sleep, hoping.

When we woke, Emma and I turned to each other. "Did you hear it?" ... "Do you think?"

[All the green lights]

We hadn't been dreaming. Broadband - like Father Christmas - had come in the night.

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