Thursday, 5 February 2015
My central heating is on the blink and the heating engineer is so busy it could be a while before it's mended. The newish mobile gas fire I keep as backup for power cuts failed today and I took it back to the supplier. My broadband still varies between non-existent and slower than dial-up.
I went into town this morning (to return the gas fire) and decided to treat myself to coffee and crossword in the Woodlands (to discover that their broadband which was to have been repaired in February will now have to await BT's incompetent pleasure in March). An acquaintance came in for coffee having just had two altercations with the ground which she had hit after falling off the bow of the 17' yacht she had been getting out of the water with the help of a friend. Whilst talking I managed to spill a large coffee all over my cellphone, crossword book and everything else that a large cup of coffee can cover. After they had left I discovered that the helping friend (whom I had treated as a stranger) was a former colleague in another department from my time as a bureaucrat (which, in my defence, was 20 years ago).
As mornings go it was not one of my best. Being thankful wasn't really at the forefront of my thought processes.
Then driving home I suddenly changed my mind. My central heating may not work but I can still heat my house one way or another quite adequately and the gas fire supplier lent me one whilst mine is being repaired. If BT don't raise their game I shall get satellite broadband. My cellphone survived the soaking. The staff who had been brilliant whilst I dried my phone as first priority brought me another cup of coffee. I had lots of things for which to be thankful and, in any case it was all small stuff and I learned many years ago not to sweat the small stuff (for very long anyway).
Most thankfully of all, though, is that I am here to have these problems. Think on that.
Posted by Graham Edwards at 22:51