Now windows flexes its muscles

 Do we live in pretty strange times or what? Just imagine this scene. A knock on the front door. The mailman stands there, and his expression is not

one of adoration.

‘You know the mail you woz expectin'?' he snarls.

'Forget it. I don't like this front door. It ain't new. Get a new door and maybe you can have your mail.'

Perhaps he hasn't grabbed you by the lapels, exactly, but he doesn't produce the mail.

And the internet version of the postie isn't giving it to you on your old phone and nor on your old iPad.

Then, later, when you look at the dear old mini iPad #2, you find there's been a sudden change of heart. Slowly, the mail arrives.

A pang of conscience

Perhaps the internet postman has suffered a pang of conscience.

The most likely reason, I suspect, is that new rules were introduced in the US, and these were what I saw on my gadgetry.

Then someone on a zillion dollars a month realised the error, and then turned on the change for the UK, or Europe. Well, for those of us on this side of the Pond, anyway.
Continues on the blogs for my ocean adventuring book, Sailing to Purgatory, at
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