'Twas on a Monday morning...

...that the BT came to call.
It's that song again.

For some time now we've been having telecommunicational hiccups. Broadband running like a ferret up to its oxters in treacle, and more recently outgoing calls being a bit of a lottery (i.e. A one in 10*6 chance of getting through) incoming calls being cut off in mid flow, a voice breaking through from F.K.W.

Called Sky on Saturday and was told they had found an external fault and it would be fixed in under 72 hrs.

Had to see ye medical wallah this a.m. followed by a spot of biz in town. Part way through biz ... ring ring ring ... Bloke sitting outside waiting. (This after Sky reckoned he'd txt before arrival).

Hurtled home, no bloke.
Phoned bloke. ''Oh, I'm just down the road in the junction box, I'll be up.''
After very little hassle he diagnosed an external fault ''...about 350mtrs from the house''.

He put a noise maker in the socket and disappeared again for about 1.5hr, I was pleased he'd had sense to knock off and eat, there was a faulty line shorting about the right distance away so he re-routed our line, identified by the electronic noisy thing (Note the technical terminology) came back and tested it and departed, leaving a pait of chuffed old wrinklies.

If it had just gone wrong, instead of slowly deteriorating we'd probably have saved a new phone or two coz meladdo reckoned it could have been developing for ages.

Broadband now going like SH/1/T off a shovel.

;¬))