Didn't last the full week, but I did try. Abstained from all internet and email activity. Let the mobile phone's battery die. Pulled a handful of wires, plugs and cable thingies out of the back of the telly. Departed for three days with family, to an ancient and remote walled town, there to read, eat, drink, walk, sleep and meditate upon the profound tragic grandeur of European history. Back home and online now. The inbox isn't too bad - Brilliant Colleague is handling our latest recruitment spasm, or I could never have done the above - and friends and family are accustomed to neglect. But there is a dispiriting backlog nonetheless, with its concomitant feeling of guilt, incompetence, irresponsibility and, yeah, guilt... and even if we can make the TV work again and Chelsea whip Tottenham this evening, the new term will start in depressing fashion. Just turning on the laptop seemed to nullify all the tonic effects of the break. Returning to this madhouse beats tackling the mailbox, but the evil hour is only being postponed and made more bitter. Yes, I know that many others, some of them in this community, have had a much worse time recently, but as Philp Larkin once observed, 'what makes my problems different, is that they are happening to me.' Anyone else feel the same, specifically about the technologies that make us all such superb workers and good, kind people?