How bad can it get?

I'm not sure things can get any worse. BT have now admitted that they have eight households with no landline or broadband following accidental (negligent!) severing of the line by a pole replacement team. They cannot tell us when we might be likely to get a line back, and we have already been off eight days.

We do not have a consistent mobile signal here, particulary when the sun shines as the atmospheric conditions will not allow the signal to spread. So while we are on tenterhooks for information about Allan's heart op, we are not in constant contact.

To cap it all, after hassling for nearly three weeks, we have found out that the NHS and the private practice have between them somewhere lost Allan's angiogram records.

So we still have no idea when he will have his operation, which if he survives it will result in complete turmoil in our lives for at least six weeks until he begins to recover. Meanwhile, he lives with increasingly bad symptoms with a condition that results in quiet sudden death with no warning.

You couldn't make it up. I am in despair.

In a bid to take my mind off things I am competing Jazz tomorrow in an Elementary and I'll try and post, signal strength willing, to let you know how it went.

C