Waves and Ripples

Isn't technology just the most wonderful thing and the most infuriating when it goes wrong?
We are in a technological Aladdins's cave of a flat with so many inbuilt wires and connections, designed to give us every kind of up to the minute visual and sound effect; from a home entertainment system with all round sound, to radio speakers in the bedroom ceilings which activate with the pointing of a magic wand to allow us to hear any radio station of our choice.

Except, when things go wrong, you're up the Clyde in a banana boat.

Our digital state of the art radio programmes failed to materialise through the bedroom speakers last week.
No amount of pointing wands or taking out and putting back in the tuner plug ( why does this sort of nonsense with turning off and on digital gadgets from tuners, televisions, computers, and printers work?) brought back Classical FM to our bedroom ears.

We had to call on the services of our installer geek who arrived this morning, fiddled about with the box of tricks resembling a small telephone exchange in the cupboard under the stairs, and then pronounced it was a faulty wire in the tuner plug.

We can now dose off at night again to the strains of classical FM (and bear with the fortitude the irritating voice of the man with such bad teeth he needed dental implants but is paid to do his ghastly advert every half hour).

How easy and painless it all was in the good old days when an analogue radio sat on the bedside table, you turned the tuner knob to the radio station of your choice and there was no need to call upon the services of young technological wizards.

And how stealthily has the nomenclature changed from wireless, to radio, to tuner.
I'm afraid it will forever be 'wireless' to me.