Telephone man...
Words from a Bird. Day 61 I don't do 'cross'. I've always found it to be draining and a complete waste of time. That was until 5.47pm this evening... The husband came home at lunchtime, and as he left, he hurled a sentence over his shoulder at me. A sentence awful enough to make my blood run cold....'The internet's down again'. For some reason completely unbeknown to me, the responsibility of anything PC, IT, DAB, BBC, FREEVIEW, BT, TALKTALK and SKY all falls to me...a woman whose technology prowess ground to a halt just after they introduced VHS videos. Kids, if you're reading his, ask your dad... So there I am, 94 minutes spent talking to a very helpful chap in Bombay (we chatted inbetween reboots) at the end of which, he said, 'There's a problem I think', (no s#"t Sherlock)..'we'll need an engineer to call you. When is a suitable time?' We agreed on 10.15. As I said to the lovely man, we should still b