Apparently our doorbell isn’t working. The telly man phoned at 4pm to say he’d tried three times to gain access to our property, but there was no reply. He will come again tomorrow. Mum phoned the man who fitted the doorbell. He is too busy to visit just yet because the storm damaged 1,319 doorbells in his area and he is fully occupied until next January. Mum says I must therefore stay in all day tomorrow and look out for the telly man. If he is early she could just catch the repeat of Coronation Street in ITV3. If not she will never be able to pick up the plot again.
I tried to explain to her that you can miss a year of Coronation Street and still pick up the plot in two nanoseconds but to no avail.
“Just like your father”, she snapped, and went off to meet Mrs Ramsbotham, no doubt for a healthy gossip and moan.
Had brilliant idea while on the toilet. Put new battery in door bell! Door bell now working perfectly. Thought of sending large bill to Mum, as electricians always do, but decided against it on grounds of health and safety.
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