My internet connection is down.
I had 3 BT engineers in my kitchen scratching their heads for 3 hours yesterday.
I'd packed a picnic and was ready to go the the park with the kids who were by now stir crazy, hungry and beating each other up.
I could feel the stress levels rising. I was getting more and more tightly coiled, like a spring about to explode.
There was a bottle of chilled Chablis in the fridge. It was talking to me. "I'll make it better. This would not be your fault. The situation is out of your control. You deserve this."
Instead I yelled at the kids (not good behaviour) and disappeared to my room with two AF beers until I'd calmed down.
The engineers left without fixing the problem and I've subsequently spent 2 hours on the phone to their call centre in India with no joy.
So I'm typing this with one finger on my iPhone, just to let you know that I am still here and will post properly once I'm back online.
I keep telling myself that, in the grand scheme of things, this is not a big issue. We managed without the internet for millennia. I haven't exactly been plunged back into the Stone Age (despite what the children say!).
How did I get to the point where a small technological problem becomes a major disaster? There are people coping with war, famine and persecution. I just have a problem blogging, and three children whining about not being able to play interactive Minecraft.
This really is not an excuse to pour a drink after four months sober. Get a grip SM x