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This morning, on my way out the door I tripped over a small package. It was my TV on the Radio CD. Those postmen, honestly, is it beyond them to press the door bell?

The CD case was cracked so I imagine there was a huffing and shoving followed by a cracking sound when it was clear that the CD would give up before it could get stuck through the letter box. I guess Mr. Postman panicked, dropped it at the door stop and ran.

It’s pretty good, though its cacophonous art rock bluster is passing me by unnoticed at the moment as I’ve been listening while being busy in work.

Then on my way to the Dart I noticed a fella hanging out of his upstairs window with a small laptop on his knee. It took me a moment to realise that he was probably trying to gain the benefit of the Wifi hotspot in the coffee shop across the road. As often happens, the staff at the shop, one of whom is the owner, usually stands outside it having a smoke. I wonder what they would think of someone going to precarious lengths to get the benefit of their wireless broadband.

Then I imagined his partner coming out of their bathroom after her morning half hour ritual of cleansing and perfuming.

Woman (calling loudly with obvious concern): Hey, John, what the fuck you doing hanging the fucking window?

John: Oh, he, nothing, just checking my maiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiilllllllllllllllllll….