This is written during a brief hiatus from blogging, when I had no internet connection for three weeks

I need to make a few private phone calls and I’m looking for a pay phone. What the hell happened to pay phones? I’m not going into all the details but I just need to make a private call without someone nosy trying to overhear a conversation with a person he/she banned from his/her life for a ridiculous reason, ever since my dad past away. I’m surprised that these days you’re basically forced to have a mobile, what if I don’t want one?

Same goes for internet, I’ve applied for a connection because when I tried to arrange things from London I was told I couldn’t until I was registered and each registration should be done online… What if I’m nearly 80 and I don’t understand a thing about computers? Which is extremely unlikely -the bit about computers that is- because computers *read Apple Macs*, internet and everything related is my juice but you’ll get the point, don’t you?

I really would like to make that phone call but I have no clue where to go… How come I feel so utterly lost again, having no answers to all my questions and not knowing where to go or who to turn to to find these answers? Thankfully, I received a letter on Tuesday from my provider. Only three more weeks to go until I’m connected again but hopefully with a bit of luck I’ll receive the package next week so I can install the network.

Along with the news from the provider, I received a really sweet letter all the way from Malta with a beautiful symbolic gift from my friend Wen. I’m trying to keep my chin up and endure all the madness, sadness and chaos but I really had a tough TOUGH TOUGH week. So when the letter came in it changed my mood completely and lifted my spirit.