It's very rarely that I really lose my temper...get a bit snippy sometimes...can argue the toss if required, but actually losing my temper is almost unheard of...
Until this morning, when I finally 'phoned British Oxygen to tell them the Eclipse isn't working...it hasn't worked for weeks actually, but then I've not really needed it during the spells of bad weather we've had...just use it when I'm in my shed you see. It's too heavy for Himself to lift in and out of the car and much too noisy to take when we go out shopping...
There's a long enough wait while the 'phone rings then we have the choice of pressing A now...the usual rigmarole...finally get to speak to a person who announces everyone is busy and they'll ring back.
Two hours later, a girl speaking heavily accented English asks me to transfer to my mobile 'phone...I tell her I don't have one. She isn't too happy about that, but there you are...transpires she can tell me how to fix the Eclipse machine but I'd be needing to follow her instructions on my non-existent mobile...
I think this seems very odd...tell her I don't have the Eclipse with me...no, I'm not going to get it...no, there isn't anyone here who could get it for me.
She decides she'll ask a technician to ring me...
One hour later there is a technician on the 'phone...could I plug the machine in...Himself had returned home and brought it in by then...he plugged it in. Tell me what you see said the tech. the red warning light I said...now switch it off. Duly switched off.
Now what do you see...the red warning light I replied...tech says 'that simply isn't possible...you're mistaken'
I'm afraid I hit the roof and said that was a stupid comment bearing in mind I was looking directly at the glowing red light and he replied that he wasn't going to be called 'stupid' by anyone...
He's coming out tomorrow...
When my concentrator went wrong a few weeks ago I 'phoned Air Liquide, used to be Baywater, and told the nice girl who answers the 'phone...she told Malachi who turned up later that day...he puts his head round the front door and says, Hiya...it's me...he took the old concentrator...gave me another one...asked how I was and did I need anything else while he was here...
Your man from BO wouldn't tell me what time he'll be turning up...I've an appointment to have my hair cut so if he comes when we're out...