Criky what a week, I asked my broadband provider to upgrade my connection as I needed much much faster downloads. Anyway some whipper snapper turned up to do it, he must have been about 12. He was more suited to drinking alchopops outside the Co-op than sorting out my broadband. Well I insisted he showed me some ID before I let him in, not that I thought he was some drug crazed addict on the theive but just because I knew it would really annoy him. After I had made him remove his ID tag from around his neck and mocked him about the picture I let the little runt in. I told him how I had been singing the White Stripes all morning substituting the word doorbell for broadband. He did not seem to understand so I sang it. "I'm thinking about my broadband, when you gonna bring it, when you gonna bring it." He did not seem to find it funny and if anything just looked a bit scared. He then started fiddling with wires and stuff telling me that he had to change some bits and bobs for the upgrade, and with that the humourless robot that he was, was gone.
Within second of him driving off in his Corsa van nothing worked at all. Meaning I have spent the rest of the week on the phone, on hold attempting to speak to one of the office cretins to get the little chump back out here to fix it. He finally turned up this morning and swapped the modem and told me I must have blown it up when I plugged in the hoover or something. How dare he!, but as I needed to be back online I decided to let his smarm go unopposed this time. I offered my thanks for him fixing it and offered him some tea and biscuits, which he accepted, drank, ate then he went on his merry way.
Well I am glad to say that it all works now and I am back online, downloading to the max. I am also glad to say that I licked those biscuits before I gave them to that patronising little git.