On one of my frequent walks around the village I recently spotted a stack of generators outside our church. They were rather large although not too noisy, and were humming away at the side of the church out of sight of parishioners arriving at the front. Also the hands of the clock in the bell tower were showing not the poetical ten to three, but ten minutes past one instead. It was half past eight.
I assumed there must be some kind of problem with the electrics inside the medieval church, and I asked one of the good poppy-knitters about the generators as she came towards me down the main street this morning. She trilled how wonderful it was now to have a faster broadband and be able to obtain a good signal on her mobile phone without having to hang out of her bedroom window.
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