"Get out of the house, now!!"

So I get up to an empty house Saturday morning, then go to call a friend to check out what time we're supposed to be meeting.

Only there is no dial tone.

We'll skip past the part where my first instinct was to throw the receiver down and do a barrel roll out of the door.  What it really boils down to is fail!Telstra.  We've lost our landline connection.  Telstra doesn't know why.  We just paid the bill.  Haven't done any work that could interfere with it.  My current theory is that ants have eaten the wires.  God knows they'll eat anything else.

Either way, no phone=no internet.  I'm posting this from one of those crappy 20minute internet kiosks in a shopping centre.

So my apologies - the last chapter of The Probability of Dating won't be up today as promised.  I'll post it as soon as I get internet back.  Which with Telstra involved, should occur sometime between tomorrow and never.