It’s because someone has unfortunately afflicted the electric internet pixies in our phone line with a case of the black death. We’ve dumped their little digital carcasses in a plague pit, and we’ve got a fresh batch on order but apparently there’s a quarantine period, and BT won’t let us have a fresh lot in until Monday.
(I’ll stop torturing the metaphor now.)
I won’t be on-line outside of office hours. If you want to get hold of me, use the mobile. Or your hands.