January, friends. When resolutions are held (for a while at least), healthy food is eaten, chocolate lays about the place unbought and unwanted and when, naturally, our DSL connection degrades in a manner that can only be described as slovenly and untidy.

High winds wreak havoc on our connection speeds. I don't know yet if it's a temporary thing (the sync speed of my router has recovered from the paltry 192Kbps it showed this afternoon to a somewhat healthier 1.7Mbps) or if I'm going to have to go through the rigmarole of getting BT out to look at the line some time this week, necessitating downtime and, of course, stern warnings from the service provider that, should the fault prove to be with my equipment and not theirs, they will charge me something ridiculous like £70 per hour for the engineer (and of which, I'm sure, said engineer will see not one penny).

Looks like I'm going to be having a slow weekend then. Time to catch up on some reading. Or maybe even writing, perish the thought.