My internet radio is a fickle mistress to say the least.
As times she leaves me whimpering with simple pleasure but, as often, leaves me depressed, helpless and cuckolded.
They say there's a book in everyone and, if that's true, I suspect the fractious, beautiful, unhappy and joyful relationship I have with my internet radio may be the subject of my own tome. It would be a cast of two since everyone else in our house, quite rightly, stays well away.
I'll probably cover this in more detail in the future when I'm less emotionally frazzled.
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