When we bought this flat, we were expecting lots of challenges and hurdles, but never in our wildest nightmares could we have anticipated what we have had to put up with for the past 6 days. Yes, it’s true, we had no television reception. Zero. Zilch. Nothing. I’m not quite sure how we coped – no Neighbours, no Property Ladder, no Little Britain. To be quite honest the previous 6 days have all just blurred together in to one big lack of TV nothingness…
But today saw the resumption of life as we know it. A delightful South African man and his friend came over and strapped the biggest mother-hubbard of an Aerial I’ve ever seen on to the top of the house. We now have crystal clear reception, although it doesn’t seem to have improved the quality of programming on ITV. Never mind though eh?!
Today also saw the re-connecting of the tephelone line (same number as before) and a man who came to fix the (brand new) washing machine. So not only are we reconnected to the world via the means of television, we’re also connected via the Telephone, the Internet (albeit very slow) and the magic of not smelling so bad. Hallelujiah, I’m sure you’ll agree.
