A couple of weeks ago, my bathroom and bedroom were flooded. I was ankle-deep in water because of a burst water pipe. Thankfully, I'm not one to leave things lying around, so there wasn't much damage. But my weighing scales and Wi-Fi router didn't make it.
I have a laptop, a tablet and two smartphones. One of these smartphones is a Sony Xperia Z1 which houses my UK sim. It is the fun phone, the one I use for Skype, Spotify, watching Vines and videos and playing Candy Crush. Given the extortionate roaming costs, this phone only comes into use where there is Wi-Fi.
No Wi-Fi, no fun. I tried turning my UAE phone into a Wi-Fi hotspot, but the connection was slow and there was little point in wasting precious data package.
And so I was confined to my laptop and wired connection to the internet. I like to sit on my balcony in the evenings, watch a bit of Made in Chelsea and The Only Way Is Essex (Shu''upp!!, I watch Panorama too) on the iPad. No such joy with a leaky Wi-Fi router.
I have written about my addiction to the internet connection on my mobile phone. Being connected on the go is a necessity nowadays and Wi-Fi provides that extra bit of flexibility and freedom when inside.
Without the Wi-Fi, my internet usage was cut back quite significantly at home. I ended up reading a book (Curious Behavior: Yawning, Laughing, Hiccupping and Beyond by Robert R Provine) on my balcony in the evenings and instead of Skyping and messaging friends back home, I spent more time with the ones here.
Guess it is good to have a break, but I shall be plugging in my new Linksy's router first thing tonight. Can't miss any more episodes of classy British TV.