Wireless is a funny thing, isn't it? We have the broadband supplier coming round on Saturday to sort out our Internet, phone and TV (not that we have one yet!) package but tonight I just randomly clicked "Refresh network list" out of curiosity, and discovered that if you sit on the coffee table, you can connect to one of our neighbours' wireless networks, which they foollishly haven't secured. So I figure as long as I'm not accessing my bank accounts (or theirs!) it's not costing either of us anything. Makes you wonder why anyone ever pays for their own Internet when every flat we've stayed in here has had free stuff being broadcast by the neighbours.
Anyway, so we're moved in and we have furniture, apart from the couch (no sign of that yet).
In other news, apparently I have been shortlisted for a 3-month job at the Department of Work and Pensions, which entitles me to the privilege of writing 600 words on the key issues facing disabled people in London by next Friday. As Jules said, "Live on the Jubilee line, or don't go out." (The new part of the Jubilee Line has disabled access to all stations, which is pretty much unique in London.
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