For the last two and a half years, the Wi-Fi in my flat has been facilitated by an Airport Express. MY Airport Express. It will be coming with me when I move out later this month, leaving my flatmate with some connectivity anxiety.
The solution presented itself in the form of a Home Hub, which he duly ordered from the BT website. He opted to have it delivered to my office, as he was out of the country at the time and unable to take receipt of it.
Parcelforce delivered it a couple of weeks ago, and it has rested ever since under my desk, there being no urgency to lug it home.
I made the decision to take it home with me today. Enough procrastination. Except it was gone. I ruled out theft. I have mobile handsets littered across my desk; expensive headphones, i-Pods, tonnes of stuff, all easily steal-able, all still there. Why would someone pass on the phones and i-Pods in favour of a Home Hub?
I ask the IT guy sitting opposite me if he’s seen it. He laughs nervously. “He chucked it”, says the girl to my right. As this is clearly a joke, I join in the laughter. After all, no-one could possibly be dumb enough to simply THROW AWAY an unopened, shrink-wrapped broadband router, wi-fi access point and digital tv box addressed to someone else.
“OK, seriously,” I say through the chuckles, “Is it in the server room or something?”
“No, I, er, really did chuck it.”
He’s buying a new Home Hub.