Back! Ish.
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♥Feb. 9th, 2016 // 03:16 pm♥
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The Sunday before last, on the way to the garden centre to buy the tree to bury the duck (that Jack built), we drove under a slightly worrying sight: a very large tree had fallen over, across the road, and was only held up from actually being on the road by a very stretched-looking phone line. As it happens, it was (some way up the line) our phone line: when we got back home, Mike called BT and reported it, and was assured that (as it was a danger to road traffic) someone would be out to check it within four hours.
Last Sunday, our phone stopped working. "I bet it's that bloody tree," I said and, a short drive later, Mike discovered that it was: a random person with a pickup and a chainsaw was cutting through it to clear the road. Nearby, Mike found a BT van, containing an engineer on a completely different job who was wondering why he suddenly couldn't even get a line test to work: he said he couldn't fix it himself, but would go an make it safe.
This morning, on the way to the station (at work yesterday, Mike broke a tooth. Today, he went to the dentist), Mike detoured to see if there was anything happening with the phone line and reported three BT vans and a cherrypicker, which was promising, and at some point in the last couple of hours (I've been dog walking and horse riding) the line came back up, and with it the internet (albeit at a speed that is utterly glacial even by our standards: I very much hope that Mike can fettle it when he gets back).
Now, to catch up on what's been happening in the world.... |
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