Also, I don't suppose anyone ever actually wakes up in the morning, finds their telephone dead and cries "Oh, that is just so exactly what I needed!" (Actually, come to think, there have been one or two occasions...)
Nevertheless: I really did not need this. 'Specially when the cable that brings the phone line in has been dug up by workmen and is lying exposed in front of my house...
So I asked them if they'd disconnected it at all, meaning have you buggered my cable?, and they denied everything; so I went into town to phone the supplier from the Lit & Phil (because of course if there's a fault on the telephone line, the only way to report it is on the bloody telephone; I get my broadband from them also, but you can't e-mail them, oh no), and arranged for an engineer to come this afternoon.
And came home to find happy workmen, who had found a fault in the exposed cable "where it must've worn away on the stonework", meaning we buggered your cable, mate, and had patched it; and yes indeed, the phone is working again.
I haven't cancelled the engineer, because I think he should probably inspect their patch - at the very least - before the cable's buried again; but now I am dreading his arrival. If he says "it's the workmen's fault, not ours; there will be a charge" and the workmen say "not us, mate", then I am going to get crushed between a multinational company and the local council. And I'm the one whose bank details they have, for purpose of extracting charges...
Nevertheless: I really did not need this. 'Specially when the cable that brings the phone line in has been dug up by workmen and is lying exposed in front of my house...
So I asked them if they'd disconnected it at all, meaning have you buggered my cable?, and they denied everything; so I went into town to phone the supplier from the Lit & Phil (because of course if there's a fault on the telephone line, the only way to report it is on the bloody telephone; I get my broadband from them also, but you can't e-mail them, oh no), and arranged for an engineer to come this afternoon.
And came home to find happy workmen, who had found a fault in the exposed cable "where it must've worn away on the stonework", meaning we buggered your cable, mate, and had patched it; and yes indeed, the phone is working again.
I haven't cancelled the engineer, because I think he should probably inspect their patch - at the very least - before the cable's buried again; but now I am dreading his arrival. If he says "it's the workmen's fault, not ours; there will be a charge" and the workmen say "not us, mate", then I am going to get crushed between a multinational company and the local council. And I'm the one whose bank details they have, for purpose of extracting charges...