You know when I said I was forswearing rants here? It wasn’t for lack of rantable material, I assure you: if anything, it was the impossibility of choice from a surfeit. But there’s a difference between a rant and a whinge, and the last week has supplied plenty of whinge fuel. But I don’t really like whinging. But on the other hand I haven’t blogged for a week, because nothing blogworthy has happened except the rantable and whingeworthy. But I have managed to distil one morsel of cheer from the bleak mire. But you’ll have to wade through some of the mire to get to it. But I won’t bog you down too deeply.
Last weekend was one of those rare occasions when many separate strands of my life decide to intersect and construct a beautiful, intricate knot, with me at its centre. In other words, a lot of things were meant to happen; and they required precise, accurately timed two-way communication, which in my case is invariably via my BT landline. Which decided, on Thursday, to take a holiday.
I have a mobile, not used a lot, so I phoned the fault reporting number. After twenty minutes of excruciatingly awful classical music and reassurances of how important my call was to BT (I’d be more convinced if they evinced any recognition of the fact that it might be important to me, too), a charming lady picked up, and I started to explain the problem. This was the point at which the mobile ran out of ‘pay as you go’ credit.
Ah. Now I’ll have to get the phone topped up, somehow, and start again. Or do it online, which I should have done anyway (the broadband was still working), and and and –
Here’s the good bit. At that moment, the mobile rang. It can still receive calls. I answered, and it was the lady from BT. “Sorry, we got cut off,” she said. She’d called me back. BT had called me back! I can’t tell you how that made me feel.
I won’t tell you about the mobile top-up part, and how that resulted in my credit card being cancelled, and the afternoon’s worth of failing to sort that out, because that would be whinging, wouldn’t it? Mustn’t grumble.