So while eating a late breakfast, the phone rang and it turned out it was the BT engineer who wanted to check my faulty broadband connection earlier than expected. Of course, the house was a mess (as the Missus was away and me and Alex The Wonderdog had been having lots of male time on the sofa surrounded by empty pizza boxes – joke) and the engineer would be over in ten minutes. So again, my meal was spoilt. The cereal dumped, the tea down the sink, I set to work trying to move the bookshelf away from where the main phone line comes into the house.
So the engineer tests things. Phones colleagues. Looks clueless. Apparently, my line can accept speeds of up to 6.5 Mb – but I am getting 230kbps. To put this in lay terms, I should be getting 6500kbps but I am getting 230kbps download speed. He takes a look at my self-installed extension line and reckons this could be the problem. I am told to keep my router connected to the main (which I have been doing since Monday) and everything will be fine.
So after an hour of faffing about, the engineer leaves and my connection is still 230kbps. I am not sure if anything is fixed or not. I am perplexed. Confused, somewhat. Is it fixed or not? Well, the engineer confessed that the new Broadband MAX! system is confusing to them and that they are in the dark. My connection is still at a crawl and if I don’t get any improvement in the next week, I shall consider going somewhere else for my broadband. During the whole experience, Alex The Wonderdog was shut in the kitchen and proceeded to bark and howl for the full duration of the engineer’s visit. Now I am feeling a bit exhausted and have a headache. I feel knackered but I haven’t done anything. I always get stressed when strangers come into the house and generally don’t like the experience. I guess the adrenalin rush and the sonic attack from Alex has worn me out.
Now the rest of the day will be dedicated to cleaning Chez Lock for The Missus impending return from Frankfurt sometime this evening.

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