The space is now equipped with (sort of) high-speed broadband, so we’re no longer breathing through the drinking straw of a dialup-speed Unwired modem. Installing the ADSL was an Adventure™. For starters, I had to wake up at 6.30am to get to the space by 8am, which was when TPG said was the earliest time the engineer might reach the house. I arrived with coffee and Subway cookies, and looked around for the phone socket. Um. There wasn’t one. I peered around the front of the house, and saw aerial cables from the nearby telephone pole (which I later found out were completely irrelevant — Foxtel or Optus cables). 15 minutes of searching for a torch later, I ventured under the house with a floodlight (overkill is what we do!). I traced the aerial cables to cables under the house (my hair collected about 40% of the cobwebs off the beams). There’s a 4-wire cable, but it’s been cut. Ugh.