Saturday, 24 February 2018

Life Without Broadband


A week ago my broadband service flickered a bit at 8.15am, died completely at 9, revived briefly at 11 then died again, taking the phone service with it. Remembering the procedure from times past, I dutifully removed the cover from the main OpenReach socket and plugged a phone into the test socket. Nothing.

I contacted my service provider, TalkTalk. “I've lost broadband and phone,” I explained. That was a mistake; I should have just said “I have no dialing tone at the master socket.”

“Is the power light on your router illuminated?”
“Yes, but I have no dialing tone at the master socket.”

“Is the broadband light on?”
“No, and I have no dialing tone at the master socket.”

“Please insert a pin in the router to reset it... Do you now have broadband?”
“No, but that's not surprising as I have no dialing tone at the master socket.”

I didn't believe it either!
“Do you have a spare router?”
“No, and I have no dialing tone at the master socket.”

You have to feel some empathy, I suppose. Probably most of the faults that get reported are traceable to wires falling out of routers or TVs, or grannies pressing the wrong buttons.

“Please stand by while I conduct a line check....”
Sounds hopeful..............
“There is no fault on your line. The problem is in your home.”
(Thinks...) “What?! You're joking.”

A further exchange of text messages failed to dissuade TalkTalk that the problem was not with my router.

One week later...

TalkTalk's Brightspark engineer – a friendly guy called John – presents himself at my door at 7am. I'd quite forgotten that such a time existed, but it does.
You have a problem with your router?”
No, There's no dialing tone at the master socket.”
(By now my loyal readers may be picking up a trend here.”)

John the Brightspark removes the cover from the OpenReach socket and plugs in his phone.
You need the Openreach engineer.”
Really?!!!!!!!!

So now,after that brief encounter of the First Kind with TalkTalk, I await OpenReach. I've been warned to prepare for a l.o.n.g wait.

How reliant I had become on Broadband! I've lost iPlayer (a great loss), Google Home has fallen silent and the only Internet access to my PC is achieved by tethering it to my mobile. Within 3 days I'd used up my data allowance and had to buy another £5.50s worth, so I certainly won't be trying to access anyone's byte-hungry photo albums for a while. Thankfully, TalkTalk are routing all my incoming calls to my mobile without charge, and these I can receive so long as I'm sitting in the right place in one of two rooms in my house where I get a mobile signal. Easy!

Faced with this mind-boggling interruption to my daily life, there really was only one thing to do. I rummaged through the dusty shelves of my book collection and extracted Agatha Christie's Sparkling Cyanide. Iris has found the note from her dead sister and is now being befriended by that sister's widower... a shady character if ever there was one.

Please don't tell me who done it.


Update 26th February
Broadband was mysteriously restored this evening, so 'proper' Internet access and digital TV are mine again.  I still have no phone dialing tone but can easily cope with that – mobile for occasional calls and Skype for longer ones. Indeed, I often wonder why we bother with a BT phone service at all. I'm now catching up on friends' Flickr updates and some nice photos of a new ukulele group.


Tuesday, 6 February 2018

Wine Live

I do like a glass of wine... or two... or three... In Chez Angie no Saturday evening is complete without a home-cooked 2-course candlelit meal, at which S- and I share a bottle of fine wine and while away the evening together. The longer it lasts, the better it is.

For these gastronomic evenings a tasty red is favoured. Our present "No.1" is Espirito Santo from Portugal, though over the years we've contentedly drunk our way around most of Portugal, Spain and Italy, with the odd excursion into France, Chile and South Africa.

Wine-free Sundays are also a rarity, but this time we usually go for a nice dry white to complement the roast chicken. Recently we've fallen head-over-heals for New Zealand Sauvignon Blanc.

I certainly wouldn't describe myself as a wine connoisseur, but can tell the difference between a Beaujolais and a Shiraz, or a Liebfraumilch and a Chardonnay – and know enough to leave the Shiraz and the Liebfraumilch on the shelf! Moreover, it's always fun to discover new wines, so when this invitation to a Laithwaites Wine Tasting afternoon in Cardiff appeared in my Inbox, I signed up and parted with £30.

Saturday 3rd February will possibly best be remembered as the day when Wales slaughtered Scotland 34-7 in the Six Nations Rugby tournament. Consequently the train journey into Cardiff that morning was 'cosy' to say the least and I ended up with a young lady sitting on my lap.  But it was all good-humoured and on arrival 500 happy souls disgorged themselves and set out for the Millennium Stadium, while I made tracks for the City Hall.


You have surely seen the 'professionals' tasting wine. First they swill it around the glass and sniff it (there must be a posh name for that), then they sip a little, let it permeate their taste buds and spit it out. And all this accompanied with remarks like "oh a fine bouquet", "a pleasant hint of oak" or "I'm getting a hint of the Northern Slopes of Bavaria from this one."  You know the stuff.

Well I didn't see one person going through that performance, and actually remarked to Tom Laithwaite how refreshingly 'ordinary' everyone appeared to be. We were each given a tasting glass and offered as many small samples of any of the 91 wines on offer that we fancied. Anything left unwanted in the glass could simply be poured into a waste tub. I started by sampling the whites, moves on to the reds and ended the afternoon with the fizzies. And despite only having modest sips of all but the finest, I'm glad that I didn't have to drive home!


It wasn't only wine on offer. There was also beer, gin, sherry, meat... and this lovely couple offering scrumptious handmade cheese from the Blaenafon Cheddar Company.  I've promised myself a trip to Blaenavon before the year is much older, from where I plan to return with a good supply of Cymru Crunch – cheddar blended with pickled onions, chives and Cwrw Braf ale.


That nice Mr Laithwaite has offered me my £30 back if I order a case of wine in the next fortnight. No problem! When Ben from Laithwaites phones on Thursday I'll be asking for 4 bottles of each of the following:
  • Joseph Castan Excellence French Merlot 2017 @ £6.99
  • I Corleonesi Sicilian Cabernet 2015 @ £11.69
  • The Rustler South African Pinotage 2016 @ £8.49
Total:  £108.68 - £30 = £78.68.

That should keep me well lubricated for several weeks.