Why Oh Why Oh Why Oh Why?

Someone is reading  this.  In fact two people are.  I've no idea who you are, but I'm chuffed to bits!

You've commented below  - that you've no idea 'why?'.

This is because I couldn't complete the editorial part of this Blog for ages, as JustHost, the people who support my site, appear not to have managed to make their system work for i-pads.  So finally now I find myself on my Mums four year old Acer in her kitchen, because I've rented  out Wydemeet and have nowhere else to go, and no access to my normal computer.

Yesterday I rang up JustHost in America at midnight and yelled "Your country managed to put men on the moon 42 years ago (or was it? and did they actually - the photo was all wrong) so why cant you make your stupid system work on the most popular and common tablet (or whatever its called) of all in the whole world?!"  The bloke said 'Have a nice day' and hung up on me.

I have written to Manchester City Council about their taxi operators, and they have written back predictably saying that without reference numbers they cant do anything.  Rubbish.  They can tell their drivers to learn English, learn their way around Manchester without the use of satnav, and to smile.

I have written to Nielson who have predictably come back charmingly, saying they'll look into the matter over the next 28 days.

I have written to the Manchester Airport Inn who predictably have not replied.  I have also written them a review on Trip Advisor which is so bad that the Trip Advisor computer came back to me saying, "please press this button if you really meant to mention bedbugs in your review."  So I pressed the button.

I currently have court cases pending regarding Bill (my Shogun), BT, and a plumber from five years ago who is of no fixed abode.

My Angry of Wydemeet filing drawer is full to bursting, and I am finding being so permanently cross is very tiring and doesn't produce a flattering wrinkle formation.

What I don't understand is what normal people do when they find themselves being treated as idiots, as happens to me so often.  Do they just let it go, so that the perpetrators go on to rip off more innocent, gentle, busy people who aren't in a position to stand up to them?

You tell me.

With best regards (and immense gratitude to my two readers)

Bridget Clarkson