Finally, I'm getting connected

To everyone who asked for more details on the egg, apologies. I don't have them. I think that it is one and the same as a personal wireless router. Quite possibly, it is not. But for details such as that, Chris Maynard at Think Inc's your man. Me? Well, I've decided to abandon my quest for affordable modernity. Instead, I'm going to sign up to regular, non-dongle broadband. You know, the type that necessitates a landline, a line rental and – horrors – a phone number (which I shall never use, obviously, because I can imagine few things worse than people calling me at home, without caller ID).

Doing this might cost more than my dongle: the package I've opted for is £20 a month, plus there's a one-off £25 number activation, not to mention the more daunting spectre of a wireless router. But the time, I've been forced to admit, has come. I can't stare at a dysfunctional browser any longer. It will, Chris says, be much like connecting to the electricity grid or opting for running water: an irritating, rather joyless expenditure followed by immense relief at the convenience.

And to those others who wrote in to reassure me that of course Pippa bought her wedding outfit online, the night before the wedding – thank you. But I don't believe it for a moment. In truth, I've all but given up on my quest for the Perfect Wedding Attire (far more fun is the Perfect Hen Night Attire, which I think I rather perfected last Saturday as I danced around a living-room with no shoes and a very, ahem, themed hat). Rather like the internet egg, the PWA was one ambition too far. Seeing as the big day is not just a three-hour train journey away from where I live, and thus in an entirely unfathomable climate, but also on a farm, and we've been warned that we might need wellies, I've come to recognise that suitable, elegant clothing probably doesn't exist. Instead, I've invested in a cagoul. So much more useful than a fascinator.