I just came home from a trip to Falster, a southern part of Sealand where there's space among houses and lots of trees and fields. I got up very early to go there and do some stuff for work, and now I'm back in my house to write. And it's weekend!
I came across a train station where the office had closed down. Phonewires were coming out of the walls ending in nothing, and there was dust everywhere. But this table thing still worked in order to control the signals allowing the trains to come and go from the station.