Flying is happiness. Where are my wings?

Last weekend, I had a dream that I lived in a place where everyone had wings and flew around. I didn't have wings. I was treated as inferior because I had to stay on the ground and live on the ground floor, and because I couldn't fly to other places.

Then I met someone who had developed a new procedure to give someone artificial wings so they could fly. So I had an operation where they attached the wings to my back and gave me a special machine (the size of a handbag) which operated the wings.

Then I was able to fly with everyone else and I was really happy.

Home is where the wifi connects automatically

They say that "home is where the wifi connects automatically".

Well, today I am having trouble getting my wifi to connect at home at all. I had to turn the router off and on again, restart the laptop and refresh the list of possible networks to connect to. Finally, it connected. On my phone, I'm having to use 3G, though, because it won't co-operate.

Interestingly, when I go to Pizza Hut, my phone automatically connects to the wifi in Patisserie Valerie downstairs. Does that mean my home is really the food court?