Diary of an Edinburgher

By LadyMarchmont

This shot is NOT real!

It's a composite and it reflects the time I have spent fiddling around at the computer, waiting for arranged phone calls which did not come... ie ALL DAY. Grrrrr!

I did enjoy an automated phone call about my satisfaction with the 'service'.

'And how would you rate the time you had to wait for your phone call, 1 is Extremely Satisfied, 7 is Bloody Raging!'

No, I lie. 7 was something like 'Very dissatisfied'. I had great pleasure in pressing 7 each time, even before she finished explaining the ratings system each time, just in case I thought it had changed since the previous one, or maybe couldn't remember that far back.

On the plus side, it appears I am about to become a millionaire. I have received a long letter from a kind banker in China (though a UK stamp), who has exclusive access to $10.5 million.

Apparently someone with the same surname as me has 'been involved in an accident in mainland China'. He appears to have no next of kin, and so this kind banker will split it with me 50/50 as soon as I send my details and I will be made sole beneficiary. If I don't, then the money will revert back to the state, which does seem a shame.

So, when I get hold of the money, I'll buy blipfoto and hold a competition for a new strapline. No, maybe I wouldn't have enough money for that...

Back to waiting for the next arranged phone call. The 11:45 one came about 2pm, but the woman couldn't help me. She's making another appointment with the correct person who can. I am assured it will happen this afternoon at 4:15...

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