The Daily Novel

According to yesterday’s blog from my fellow blogger Andrew Grant Adamson Onetel’s TalkTalk broadband now owned by Carphone Warehouse has left its customers without service for three days on the trot. Nothing can be more frustrating for the blogger. It is quite as bad as those years in Fleet Street when the hacks suddenly found that their carefully, or not so carefully, chosen words were not reaching their readers, because the printing unions had decided to strike.

Which annoyed all journalists, even those who knew that their own salaries were higher than they would have been, had it not been for the fact that the printers had won yet another wage rise, so the management upped the journalist salaries too. The then editor-in-chief of Times Newspapers, Denis Hamilton, said several times in my hearing, that journalists ought to be paid more than printers, who had left school at 14 and frequently started earning while most of the then journalists had struggled to get their degrees, and occasionally Ph Ds, so did not earn serious money until well into their twenties.

My blog has been off-air for as long as Andrew’s. But that is because I am still embroiled with estate agents, and buyer and sellers of property. And worse than that with problems being encountered by the vendors of the Dorset property which the vendor of the Dorset property who is selling to me is having to deal with. If that sounds complicated it is because it is complicated.

Never move house. If the you don’t like the heat in the kitchen stick with it. Because changing kitchens drives you round the bend. In the last few days my tranquillity rating has bust the mercury at the bottom of the thermometer.

And now, as I was reminded this evening, it is the Easter holiday this weekend. So there is another reason for delays and delays and delays.

On top of that my 1995 Honda Civic is complaining about these frequent visits to Dorset and is due for the MOT at the end of the month. So we have to look for another car, which will take up the strain when we don’t use the train.

I have no idea what Carphone Warehouse has done to TalkTalk since they took it over. But I do know that Telewest, who has been providing my broadband vere satisfactorily for the last several years has been taken over by Virgin Media. Which has so far done nothing but irritate me. By filling the home page with a tasteless mixture of garish reds. And by sending me lots of letters telling me how wonderful they are and what brilliant things they can sell me.

Whereas what I want is a reliable broadband service so I can get this blog to those readers who have not been lost forever by my failure to write anything for the last few days.

I have been so immersed that I have scarcely had time to open a newspaper or liston the Today programme. And one of the grandchildren has twiddled the wrong knob on the television, so that does not currently produce anything but grey fog.

Maybe Tony Blair has already resigned and Gordon Brown is now Prime Minister. Perhaps Millibrand has made his bid for power and is already making New Labour even newer and younger. How can I comment on the news when I don’t have time to find out what it is?

All I can tell you is that www.nethouseprices.com is substanially out of date in my neighbourhood. If I was normal I would be seriously wondering whether I was not turning into to a manic depressive. But since I am a life-long manic depressive I don’t have that worry.

On that cheery note I will say Goodnight.