Late again (memories of school here) and again not my fault. Actually after phoning Demon again this morning to complain bitterly about the internet connection, the help desk person kindly pointed out that they could hardly hear me as my phone line was so bad and maybe it was a phone problem. Straight on the phone to BT and major hassles of finding another phone to plug in and try connection to make sure not phone itself. Phone back again. This time l have to dismantle the wall socket and plug in original phone to hidden plug point. Do this. Phone back, phone still nasty and crackly, help desk person points out that they are having difficulty hearing me, resist temptation to point out that that is why l am calling in the first place. Breath deeply and keep calm. They then inform me that they could send out an engineer but if the fault is on my property it will cost me an arm, leg and other bits of anatomy, and also an extortionate amount per hour of his time. Start to wonder if l am imagining crackle and lack of internet. Pull self together and risk going for the engineer. 'He'll be out tomorrow earliest' – 'Oh no he won't' mass hysteria on my part, lose ability to breath completely and calm is a thing of the past. Help desk person suddenly finds an opening in thier engineers diary for this morning. I await his arrival with baited breath (found it again and now it is baited), is the fault mine and will l be bankrupt by lunch time.
10am and engineer arrives. Takes one look and try with the phone and declares the line hopeless. Hurrah it is their fault and not mine. Breathing becomes a normal activity again. Poor engineer now has to climb up various poles and fiddle with junction boxes and wiring all the way to the village. Re-appears back here at 2.45pm to announce that all now well. He is releived, l am releived. We are all happy at last! BT will not be happy as they have to pay his bill!
Now what was l going to chat about today. Ah yes, just received the flyers for the Country Living fairs, rather impressed that they arrived by courier. Unfortunately the poor chap had been lost all day finding the place, said he couldn't beleive anyone would live out here.
Anyway l am thrilled to report that my Crystal Star heart is featured in the Scottish flyer. Not only featured, it is pretty much taking centre stage. Whoopee, can't beleive it. I have tried to get into the fair flier every time l attend, this is a big moment. Should l celebrate by having yet another cup cake, maybe not, think l have rather overdone the cup cake eating in last two days.
So here it is in all its glory. Now best make some more hearts just in case………….