Yesterday was a day of halves.
It started when I found we only had half a water supply.
The mains ran dry, so we only had water out of the roof tank. When I call it a roof tank, that’s what I mean. It is outside on the roof. So I had to run the water through a sieve to remove all the pigeon sh*t. Herself complained about this so we spent the rest of the evening drinking tea made from whiskey instead of water.
The other thing that happened yesterday is that I could only connect to half the Interweb.
I could browse a lot of sites, and did weird things like look up my brother-in-law’s address. Those Americans are very trusting about what they put on the Web! He has four bedrooms, and his house was built in 1950. I had better not tell you what they said on his sex offenders record…. [and with that debt record, I’m not lending him any cash!].
I could also browse my Google Reader, so I could see the number of comments on this blog was increasing. But I couldn’t do anything about it.
Because the half that I couldn’t reach was the half that had Headrambles, and my mail and all the reeeeely important stuff. So if you are wondering why I didn’t reply yesterday, then now you know.
This morning I found out that the water was cut off, because they are connecting K8 the GR8’s new house down the road. Because it’s her house, I shouldn’t complain. But I will. The b*st*rds! They might have warned me?
I also phoned my half-service provider. They told me twenty times that "all their agents were on the phone and could I hold on and one of their agents would talk to me shortly". Eventually he did. He didn’t sound like an agent. Not at all like Jack Bauer. He was foreign. What a surprise! And he denied all knowledge of a problem, but in the middle of talking to him, the other half came back and I was suddenly flooded with e-mails.
Actually, the company rang me back [which is unheard of] and wanted further details. This time it was Jack Bauer himself, and he admitted there was a problem, and that I could help them by giving details. I think they were just scared at what I’d write about them.
So now I have to reply to yesterdays comments and reply to the flood of e-mails.
Both of them.