My home internet is dead again.

The other day I grabbed a copy of Little House on the Prairie to read on the train. Laura Ingalls Wilder books used to be facinating. I persisted with its ‘aimed at younger children’ style until I hit something along the lines of, “And Ma picked out an orange looking carrot”.

It was too much. I had to stop.

Carrots are orange and as far as I know they don’t come in any other colour.

Fare ye well, Little House on the Prairie, you served me well back in the day but from now on no more!