Social engineering history part yada yada

The very nice man from BT Openreach arrived this morning to fit their wonderful Infinity. Except I knew that the Fibre Optic (FO) :-) cable had not been fitted from any of a myriad of connection points around our houses. Trash talk with "Coach" the boss proved me correct in all that I have been telling BT and Superfast Cornwall, we are in a forgotten black hole; even as they were yakking on the phone they both could see that the connection forecast for our street, is in actualité, in front of a telephone pole, further research proves it in actualité to be the village phone box.

After several teas, our very nice BT man took it upon himself to install some blue rope which would enable fitting of the BT Inferyourlife at some date to be announced, which is probably why they call it infinity. I do have the bits that are required at my end of the scheme, he was mightily impressed with my computers and setup but remained unable to say when the Infertility would be overcome.

Readers with less patience than mine may have taken him hostage and sent a pair of cojones via that other mega corporation Royal Mail but they would have got lost in transit (other vans are available) but I have become rather sanguine of late.

The bit with the knot in it is supposed to help haul my new cable through the supply pipe, left hand side. The rest is just there to keep them busy until rain allows play to resume.

I await the next instalment with a certain degree of frustration tempered by an elastic mirth at British Industry's ability to snarl up the simplest of tasks despite being advised by the "common or layman" that they have indeed made a proper Horlicks of the job.