I bought new telephones about three weeks ago. I was fed up that they don’t really do the job too well. Cordless digital phones don’t like our house, presumably because of the thick walls; although maybe because of the spiders and woodlouses inhabiting them. I bought one simple, unelectric corded phone, in case of power cuts – and in view of our 13-hour cut last Friday, that was sensible.
But that’s the only one I’ve plugged in. There are instructions to be read and followed and programming to be done, and the inevitable disappointment when they don’t work in most of the rooms of the house. I’m staving it off. What a little fool I am.
All went very well in London, and I had a lovely time, as did Ro. He thanked me for it when we arrived home, which was perfectly charming and not at all necessary; the company was altogether delighful. We came back with a laden suitcase, which has destroyed my light-travelling credentials (though the Boy can vouch for my usual behaviour. Oh wait, no, that implies he has met me more than once. Well, put it this way, he was surprised that I had no visible hand luggage and was slightly underdressed for November. I think it was November.) and I will have to be ludicrously casual in future to regain them. At that, I left a small rug behind because the case was full and will have to fetch it next time.
It is not impossible that we might have found tenants for the flat, but I’m not counting chickens. I could count eggs though – the Sage picked a great bowlful today. he was woken in the night by a great squawking – sadly, the fox caught one, who was sleeping out, but no more. He’s made every effort to shut them all up tonight, for the beast will be back.