7:30am . My teenage daughter, Cecilia, is barely awake – but she’s still sending her homework to her teacher via the school’s ePortal. Over breakfast, she looks at the new assignment she’s been set. As usual, it’s been posted online.
 

 7:45am . I shout up to my 16-year-old son, Silas, to get ready for school. No reply! Because, of course, he’s got his headphones on. He’s listening to the Spotify playlist he downloaded to his  iPod touch yesterday evening, while on Facebook and watching TV. Kids seem pretty good at multitasking these days!
 

 8:00am . My husband, Bertil, is checking the traffic on his iPhone. It’s his morning ritual – today he’s trying to avoid the jams on the way to the airport. Last night he checked in on the airline’s website: it’ll save him a good few minutes when he gets there.
 

 9:00am . I call my mother – it’s part of the routine. She’s 81 and lives in Skåne. Since her hip surgery, she finds it hard walking to the shops. Now she uses the laptop we gave her for Christmas to order her groceries online, and gets them delivered right to her door. At least it eases my conscience about being so far away from her.
 

 9:15am . I log on and read my emails. I’m a writer, so I can work just as well at home or in the office. With superfast broadband speeds available in most cities, and with internet-based editing systems, it doesn’t normally matter where I or my colleagues actually are. I love the fact that I can spend my entire working day at home and yet still meet my publishing deadlines.