Bye, Sky, bye

Oh, woe is me. And woe is the missus, too.

We woke up this morning to learn something of what it must be like to be Milla.

Yes, that's right, folks: the television-less one and we have that adjective in common. Kind of.

Our satellite receiver is dead, kaputt, extinct, no more, resting in peace, an ex-satellite receiver. It's beamed its last broadcast into our humble abode. And we are left ... having to talk to one another.

Keen viewers of this page will know that we mostly like to carry out our communications via blog comment boxes and the occasional IM session. But now we have to do what people used to do in the BC days (Before Computer). I'd forgotten what this lump of flabby stuff in my mouth was for and was wondering whether it was only used for far less bloggable pursuits. Get your mind out of the gutter: I meant licking envelopes. Jesus wept!

Fortunately, it wasn't long before we remembered... We can always watch DVDs. Phew. Thank the maker!