Thank you all for the comments/ hearts / stars on my recent blipversary entry.


Day 10 in the Big Brother house.

WFH; with the added joy of a broadband engineer visit and a team meeting. The team meeting was as you'd expect. 

Broadband... it started dropping 10-12 times a day about the middle of last week. I did all the tests etc and 'it' said an engineer visit was required but I'd once I'd booked it I realised I shouldn't because I we had CV 8n the house I'd better cancel it. 
I tried to do it online but said I couldn't do it online, and had to call up to cancel. 
After pressing 1, 2, 1, 4 and giving various Yes and No answers,  I got through to a person. I explained the situation, yes they said. Let me look at this, hang on a sec...?

10 minutes later it was clear I was no longer on the call, but it was time to feed the patients, and my patience was exhausted, so....

I left it; Monday morning I got a text to say Ian was at the street cabinet, investigating the issue. Next thing the door bell goes. Its Ian. I explained the CV situation, says he's had it recently and he can practically get to the bit he needs from outside the flat anyway so batters in and runs test.

He concludes its the router. He tells me to leave it an hour and then call up and ask for a new one.

I duly call up. After pressing 1 / 2 / 1 / 4 and the various Yes / No answers and a further 15 minutes on the phone I'm told they need to send an engineer out. I say I've just had one today. But no, they are insistent.  Another engineer is required.

My team meeting was at 10. Guess what time Ian turned up this morning? 1001 gets you a coconut. I'll also accept 1000. All valid answers must be submitted with your membership number and a postal order to cover postage costs. Editors decision is final.

For bonus points, can you guess what swear words Ian used to describe my ISP?

I asked if he'd like a career change; he's obviously well used to bureaucratic fuck ups and would fit in nicely. Anyway, he's ordered me a new router as obviously I couldn't.

As preparation for watching the Spurs v Chelsea 2nd leg, I wheeled out the lateral flow tests for Alex and I. Tom's ten days are up and school beckons on Thursday. He was idly engaged in finding uniform and jotters and arranging which of his friends to meet on the way there ... turns out Bobby who he got it from has been at school all week, ignoring his 10 day guidance / directive. Obvs the laddie needs extra maths tuition if he can't count to 10. 

Anyway, the LFT came back positive for Alex. So that's him here for another week at least. Based on this, I expect to test positive (I'm still showing negative) next Tuesday in my attempt to have to self isolate for the entire month of January.

The football was dull and my escape plan to a new job bit the dust when the rejection letter dropped into my inbox. 

I've had better days. If What3words could describe my location it would be fuck/shit/arse.