The young man posing as a grown up Cable Guy has worked his magic. I know Mr Dunnit was in fear of leaving me to do the explaining....he completely, totally doesn't get me, even now, after all this time! He really kindly explained at length the things he had done to restore the internet to my PC, and even went as far as to show me where the wires lead to and plug in and blah, so that Icould inform the Cable Guy. I listened, followed, looked and promised to tell Cable Guy. And when Cable Guy arrived, I welcomed him, invited him in and brought him to my workroom. I moved the stool, pointed at the box with the blinking lights that were no longer blinking and said 'this is where it all seems to start'. And that was it. He immediately said it could be fixed with a new modem because this one was apparently hopelessly out of date and he went to the van to collect such a thing. Then, whilst kneeling under the desk he explained that the new blinking lights box would do something to the wireless network that involved another box on my desktop. I don't know what. Suffice to say, when he'd gone, Miss Dunnit took the second box away because he'd unplugged it and apparently we don't need it any more and hurrah, a freed up socket!
So here I am with internet, blinking lights and a lack of something. It all makes me alarmingly happy. As a lot of people who WOYWWed yesterday said - you don't know how much you use it till you can't. And other things about dependencies. I was very VERY pleased with the young man. As I walked through the hall to open the front door for him, all the time gushing about how badly I need to do all my worthy and worthwhile work online, *cough*, Miss Dunnit came out of the kitchen and said "she might hug you, she's so pleased". He fled...couldn't fall out of the door fast enough. Ah well. I got what I wanted!