scarlatti just moved into an apartment which was marketed to her as "cable-ready".
So this afternoon, an engineer arrived, had a look round, took a few blanking-plates off a few wall-boxes, rubbed his chin reflectively, and then went again.
Apparently she has loads of telephone wires about the place (telephone land-line installation on Friday, allegedly), but no cable. And therefore no Internet -- for today, at least.
She tells me a bloke will be turning up with a bit of wire tomorrow.