This job is by far the most grueling I have ever had in journalism. And then an email like the following comes along and it seems like the joy it so often is:

Two months ago I moved from the southeast of England to the Scottish Borders - without ever realising that it would take British Telecom two months to connect my landline and broadband.   To make matters worse, I have landed in a spot where I cannot get a mobile signal.

I was reconnected today - and am lightheaded from the sheer joy of taking up where I left off with the passions, sorrows and pleasures of The Daily Dish.

Yippee!

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