Saturday Morning

First thing Saturday morning and a package arrives. It’s your new WIFI router. An upgrade to what your mother had. This should solve the patchy reception about your house. Except your house is an old Edwardian affair, with thick brick walls and small doorways. Even placed in the hallway the WI-FI signal drops off precipitously. Upstairs its barely better than it was with your mother’s weedy router.

You need boosters. You know nothing about boosters. But you know a person who does. Krystal. She told you if you have any tech problems you should talk to her. Even personal tech problems are covered in her job remit. Maybe you should ask her?

Yes, why not.

You send a quick enquiry. Her response is almost immediate. She’ll happily help. She has spare signal enhancers she hasn’t needed for the school. She can set them up in your house if you want. Not straight away. She’s busy this morning. But she can come over this afternoon. You agree three o’clock. You send her your address, but she tells you she’s already got it.

So you’re free until three. What are you going to do this morning?