Phone Back!

"BT's here!" shouted Beloved Daughter.  Odd.  They hadn't made an appointment as far as I was aware.

Hey Baby I'm the Telephone Man popped out of the driver's door.  

"You've taken your time," I said rudely, and offered him a cup of tea.

It turned out that he's visited Wydemeet many times over the years, and knew exactly where all the boxes are.  He solved both problems in a jiffy - a blown socket and two burnt out wires, caused by lightning on January 4th.

Meanwhile Kind Neighbours next door have enjoyed three visits from 'Open Reach' or whoever, who could easily have popped by and sorted us out, and all this nonsense about broken telegraph poles requiring planning permission with an open ended date given was just clap-trap sent in an automated message to us from a BT computer in India.

So now I was able to hear all twenty messages left on 1571 in the first week of January, one of which was a potential booking of the entire house for a week in the summer, sum total: £2500.  I called the lady back and they've booked somewhere else now, no surprises.

Anyway, so now I am finally able to book an appointment at the hairdressers.  Hurray!