Hopefully, this is the end of the saga.
I shinned up onto the roof yesterday. Herself gave out stink, saying I could fall off the roof at my age. Strange, because the roof is flat and half the size of a tennis court, and I have never fallen off a tennis court in my life, as far as I can remember.
Anyway, I had a good old poke around with the binoculars. And when I had finished peering into various neighbours gardens and windows, I had a look for my alternative mast. The pair I had out on Friday said it couldn’t be seen. They had looked everywhere, but there were trees in the way. But there it was. Clear as crystal. I think those two couldn’t see the world for the trees.
The broadband company arrived in force. They had a van and a cherrypicker, but they had to leave the latter in the village because they’d never get it in my gate.
I brought them up on the roof [Herself was still in bed, so she didn’t see this bit]. I showed them the mast. “That looks like it” says they.
They were like that last pair – they ran around a lot. But unlike the last two, this pair obviously knew what they were doing. They ran cables all over the place and tapped away at their laptop. They rang the office a lot, but instead of saying “What ve do next?” this pair were saying things like “No problem Boss. SNR of 23 and climbing”. They oozed confidence and optimism. They banged a new pole on the side of the house, which is going to annoy the neighbours, but they are the only people who will see it.
They have left now. They were thorough gentlemen. They were horrified at the way I had been treated by the last lot. They have left me with a better connection than I have ever had before.
So it does pay to be an old grouch. It does pay to complain. It does pay to be a right pain in the backside. But you can only do these things if you are old and experienced like me.
I can relax now and return to my favourite passtime –
porn Google Earth.