I don’t know if any of you are following this saga, but there has been an interesting development.
The company rang me [and I’m still not going to say who they are. Yet….].
The engineer was extremely nice to me. He was nearly in tears at the upset they have caused me.
I cannot, for the life of me fathom what brought about this change of heart.
Maybe they read my blog and feel sorry for me? I doubt it.
Maybe it was the letter I sent threatening legal action and massive media coverage? Could be.
Maybe it was my daughters boyfriend and his “friends” rolling up to their head office on the motorbikes, smashing all the windows and daubing “Save Grandad” all over the walls? Another possibility.
Divine intervention [see this morning’s blog]? God knows.
They are apparently calling out on Wednesday. They are going to send “their” engineers [as distinct from fellas who haven’t a clue?] who, I am promised, will speak fluent English. They are going to sort me out if it kills them. Or maybe they are going to sort me out and kill me. One or the other. They are going to be in constant touch with the Head Office Engineer [Hey!! Maybe they are sending Jack Bauer????].
They are going to try everything to get me a decent signal to my existing mast. If they can’t do that, they’ll try a different mast.
The fella who rang me actually got quite excited. He thinks I’m going to be OK. Not only that but they are going to try to give me faster speeds than I had before.
So tune in on Wednesday, but I’ll be late blogging as they are coming first thing in the morning. It looks like they are going to make a day of it, so I am laying in plenty of beer and sandwiches. [For me, you fool. Not them.]
No. Scrap the last paragraph. Tune in tomorrow. I might have something interesting to say for a change.