Why I Wont Be Blogging This Weekend
My colleagues who control and monitor ³ÉÈË¿ìÊÖ Scotland's various websites told me something rather astonishing the other day. Apparently seven thousand people read this diary every week. Seven thousand! I always imagine I'm writing for half a dozen people, mostly made up of relatives and that weird bloke who believes I'm the spawn of Satan.
Now seven thousand weekly readers is nothing compared to other ³ÉÈË¿ìÊÖ bloggers, but it's a massive jump from the two hundred people who were reading this stuff last year.
So who the heck are you?
And an apology. I wont be updating this weekend because of an ongoing saga involving BT and a strange buzzing on my home phone line. This buzzing is an improvement on the dead silence we've had since the 12th of January...but not much. We call them every day about this and every day they tell us that they'll sort it and that an engineer will call our mobile number or text us "this afternoon".
But every day passes and no one calls. So no working phone line, no broadband connection and hence no blog update.
Such are the joys of life in a new-build house. Almost as much fun as our dealings with Highland Council. They made us cough up for a new bin for our household rubbish, but every week we watch the bin lorry drive past our street. Every week we call them to complain and every week they promise to sort it out.
And indeed they have!
Now they've decided that they will never pick up our rubbish unless we trundle the wheely bin to the end of the street. Apparently a supervisor inspected our street a few days ago and made this decision. Then he communicated this decision using Highland Council's new mental telepathy system.
Of course he could have phoned to tell us, but then there's that buzzing noise...
