Ring, Ring, Why don't you give me a call?

Joy

Finally getting another post up, but this one is different, very different. You see, I'm writing this from the comfort of my own home :). Yes the BT man has left no more than 30 minutes ago after setting up our new line. It should have been as simple as telling BT we're the new residents, but since our flat was newly renovated and turned into 2 flats (it was a 2 storey house before) we got the short end of the stick and needed a new phone connection. All the wiring was there so it was an easy job for the BT guy, he even suggested we may not have to pay the exorbitant fee of £75. So as the final check I've connected to the internet to do some leisurely browsing. Ahhhh, that's better.

Paul and I were worried that we'd have to wait a long time before getting a phone line here, in fact we had our initial booking with BT for the 10^th Dec. Since my work is a little less particular about when I arrive in the mornings, I was going to hang around to let the technician work. Then I found out that work was having a Christmas "party" on the same day. Not actually a party (hence the quotes), more like one of those corporate team building exercise things. We're told that we're not going there for team building but it will be a good chance for all the old employees to meet the new employees since the company has doubled in size in a few months. It sounds pretty good actually, we get to drive dune buggies, do clay pigeon shooting (with laser sights, not real ammo, the whole company was upset) and blow up a bomb. The point is that I wouldn't be able to stay at the house and neither could Paul so I had to change the appointment. I phoned BT about midday to do that and was told the next available appointment was on the 14^th! Groan. I said I'd phone back, emailed Paul to see if he could make it instead, which he couldn't, so called BT again later in the afternoon. To my surprise Saturday had just become available (I was calling on Friday, how's that for last minute) and that just about takes us to now, with me using the dial-up plan we got when we were staying with Mark.

So with the phone line installed almost all of the problems with the flat have been ironed out. There has been a bit of a problem with getting it all working, we really would have liked it to be all fine before we moved in, and it has been nearly a month since we told the agent (who do say they're not managing the property so they don't really have much to do with it. They probably should have checked some of this before accepting to put it on the market though) and the landlord. Given that amount of time, I suppose the landlord should have been able to get it all fixed and I can see that it's really stressing Paul out. There's some reason to be upset about it but I don't think it's a big deal and that aggravates Paul as well I think. I'm probably too passive about the whole thing but I really don't mind it taking a little bit longer. Nothing was essential, just convienences so I don't want to cause myself unnecessary stress.

I wanted to see some local Volleyball and maybe even practice with a team around Ealing, so I looked up London Volleyball and found a nearby team, Polonia!. Last Monday I convinced Paul to walk down to where we thought they were training to see how good they were. It was a fruitless endeavour, if we did go to the right school either we could not find the gym or they chose not to train that night. Chances are we were at the totally wrong place. Games should be played on the weekend so maybe we (or just me) will try again. I'm still trying to do running regularly with the program that Paul found, some "Couch to 3km run in 2 months" but it shows me how much work I really need to do.

Got to cut this one short, we're out shopping, probably to get a new cordless phone. ADSL will come very soon, I'll make sure of that.