4/2/2014 0 Comments Who Hates BT The Most?BT has seen fit to leave us with no landline service now for over four weeks.
I have had three angry male friends onto them, all of whom have been put through to Edwin, Colin etc in India, who continue to send me texts with conflicting messages. Various representatives from BT also call me almost daily, surprised to find that no one answers the mobile because there is no signal here, as they have been told on so many occasions. You can't call them back, as there's no way of leaving a message, even if you had a line or signal. No one has turned up for three appointments now. One text tells me its an internal fault, the next that its an external fault which will be mended within a couple of days, and the next that it is an external fault which requires planning permission, is affecting a lot of people, and there is no date given for repair. On one occasion I received 45 identical computerised texts running, acknowledging receipt of one of mine. Funny how BT or Open Reach or whoever they are, have managed to mend Kind Neighbours' phone (who live at the end of the line) twice in the interim. Thank goodness for my satellite broadband which battles on through the gales, snow and hail, and allows you to contact me without too much trouble. Everything else, apart from the electric gate, is withstanding the worst weather that Dartmoor has thrown at Wydemeet in the 20 years that I have lived here, really rather well. A part of me is pleased and relieved, and a lot of me is delighted while Beloved Daughter and I snuggle down to watch telly in front of the fire in the cosy sitting room, as the rain lashes against the window. There was snow on the way to school this morning, it's just finished hailing, and now the sun's out, with a chill wind. I couldnt face my regular Tuesday ride, and am preparing for this weekend's guests instead. They will be ably looked after for a couple of nights by Beloved Daughter (11), her Dad, and Twiglet, while I see my seven best friends from university in Somerset. How grown up and civilised have we all become?!
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