And 'twas on the Monday morning that the phoneman came to call. It turns out that there's nothing the matter with the socket in the house: the fellow who came today says the fault is in the wiring to the house. Should be fun: it runs underground. We'll hear from the outside wiring people within 48 hours, evidently. So it looks as if we may have sacked our old ISP because of a fault that wasn't theirs. Still, they were pretty hellish to deal with, and BT has been altogether more responsive. We just want some results now, please!
We treated ourselves to lunch out on Friday - fish and chips at the Crown, Groombridge. On the way home, we stopped at our local farm shop, since as we drove past on the way out, Martyn had spotted some leeks there with plenty of green on them. (I don't get this tendency to chop off the tops before they go on the shelves. Guess it must be about uniformity of appearance, or packaging, or some other irrelevance foisted on us by the Great Supermarket Plot.) Anyway, while we were there, I saw that they still had some Seville oranges. So, we now have a freezer full of little containers of soup, and a healthy batch of home-made marmalade in the cupboard.
Oh, and it is snowing. Again.
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