It's almost time. (edited)

 Fifteen minutes to go, time is running out. This base station will be closing down shortly. A visit is scheduled for my home office to be disconnected from my landline broadband, and re connected to a fibre cable running under the ground from the road outside, into this very room I am sitting in.

Some men will arrive to do the work. I am informed that it has to be done because the wires from the telephone pole outside are antiquated and BT can no longer get spare parts for repairs. If I don't have this work done now, I might forever be banished from the internet forever. No doubt my trolls would love that to happen, but ha ha. This old lady ain't done yet. 

Catch you later, on the other side.

Toodle pip.   ilona

EDIT

The deed has been done. A nice young man called Adam has been fiddling around with the inner workings, and outer workings, of my broadband connection. I was mistaken about a cable having to be laid underground. He went up the pole across the road, added a new wire to it, brought it across to the house, drilled a hole in the wall and stuck the end of it through there into my office corner in the living room. I have a new router and a new box. All done while I was still online. No interruptions whatsoever. He checked everything, so it's all system go. 

I had a nice chat with Adam, and I hope he has taken some of it in. I don't give advice, I talk about what has worked for me. From what I could gather he has ambitions and knows what he wants from life. I left him with a quote, 'Don't be a follower, be a leader'. 

I went to the Farm Shop to buy a few items before they close at the end of the month. Stocked up on preserves. Then I paid my utilities bill at the Post Office. £220 for three months. I have had a letter from the Government saying I qualify for a winter fuel payment of £200. It will appear in my bank. 

I am waiting for a call to pick up Billy for a walk. Still no news about when Carol might come home. 

Toodle pip. again.