Inching Closer to Retirement

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Well we inched closer to retirement this weekend by arranging a date for that meeting with the financial adviser and also had our broadband updated.

Rural broadband is notoriously slow and recently we've been lucky to manage to receive download speeds of 10mb per second. Fibre optic cabling has, however, finally arrived in the village and we subscribed for an upgrade last week. We were connected on Saturday and are now hitting the dizzy heights of a connection speed of 75mb instead. As Mister E said, "At least we'll be able to use our computers in retirement."



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