At 4.41 on Friday catastrophe struck. 56310 Melrand ground to a halt. Life as we know it ceased to exist. It took a while to sink in. What had happened? What was going on? Was it War, a Bomb, a Cyber Attack, even? I went to bed early in the hope that everything would be alright tomorrow.

And then the next morning, somewhere from the depths of ancient memory, the jungle drums began to sound. Scattered groups started to congregate on street corners and byways. Conversation and gossip were heard for the first time in a decade. Hesitatingly at first, but increasing in volume as the day went by. They all looked pasty, and mostly wearing sun glasses, although there wasn’t much sign of the Sun. Disaster had indeed struck.

I went shopping for want of something better to do. But it only got worse. No bank card transaction in operation. Shock, horror. Who carries money these days?
But what was this? The long forgotten chink of small change and the rustle of bank notes? Somebody or a few must have been hiding their ill gotten gains under the mattress. I know I have. Let’s hope that The Inland Revenue don’t read this Blog. However, there isn’t much chance of that. Only a very few do.

The next thing you know, people will be digging out old Biros and writing words on paper. I did briefly try, but my hand writing has deteriorated into an unintelligible scrawl. And as for my spelling, how can I tell if it’s right or wrong?

It finally transpired that some bloke doing road works with a digger had taken down Broad Band for the whole of the Melrand area. And Pontivy as well, for all I know. A different set of jungle drums. Local Accent is everything around here.

The bloke with the digger is presently in a safe house, waiting for a new identity. He stands to be lynched if he shows his face.

PS. It’s back. And much faster. A long awaited upgrade has occurred during the chaos and interim. The bloke with the digger might not need a new identity after all. In fact, he might even get a medal.

5 Responses to “Catastrophe.”

  1. thelastfurlong Says:

    That is a desperate experience for ANYONE to have. My very deepest sympathies – so glad the pain is over! 😀

  2. elenamitchell Says:

    Well, not quite over. I’m still having trouble controlling this nervous tic that appeared from nowhere. But it is a bit better today.

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  4. Dayna Says:

    Oh! It must have been terrible! People socialising, using hard cash – what a to-do!
    Lucky order has been restored. 😉

  5. elenamitchell Says:

    They’ve built a new monument at the crossroads, to The Great God BroadBand. It looks like a telegraph pole, but don’t be fooled. That’s just to confuse The Virus that is determined to take over The World As We Know It.
    We all touch our forelocks as we drive past. Well, we don’t want another catastrophe, do we.

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