I woke early this morning.
That happens quite often. It comes with age. And it meant I could get some work done.
So I fired up my trusty Remington and waited for the usual clatter of spam arriving in my in-tray.
I went to visit my favourite
porn news site.
My Interweb connection is deceased. It is no more. It is an extinct link.
I rang my broadband company. I went through the usual – press 1 for this and 2 for that, several times.
Eventually, I got a recorded voice saying that my area was suffering from a ‘slight degradation in service’. What? A degradation is a degrading, a lowering in standard, not quite up to par. Saying my service is slightly degraded is like saying that the Titanic is floating a little low in the water, or that the sun is a little less bright at midnight.
My connection is suffering from a ‘slight degradation in service for
three four five six seven eight hours now. So much for getting my work done. I managed to get some work done here, but it’s funny how cut off I feel.
If the service doesn’t come back soon, I’m going to have to put this in an envelope and post it to the website.
And then I’ll go and slightly degrade all the windows in their office.
Oh! It’s back!!
Guess what the first thing is to arrive in my in-tray?
An Invoice from my broadband supplier.
So that’s why they fixed it so promptly…