Loving this weather!
You know when it’s sunny like this, I remember what my dream place to live looks like – and it doesn’t include my nutty neighbour.
Ever since I was little I’ve always seen myself to have a place with doors in the bedroom that open up onto a sunshine-filled balcony with an amazing view.
Hmmmmm, does a sash window and a fruit-filled cherry tree count?
Seriously though, something tells me I shall one day have that, but for now, I have my lovely flat and my nutty neighbour.
This week has flown by – what with spinning in my lunch hour and catch ups with Fab Friend and the Singing Swede, it’s hard to believe it’s almost the weekend – and that this time last week, First Ever Friend and I were getting ready for her legal wedding.
Last night, at dinner with the Singing Swede, thoughts turned to her wedding, which is in July. It’s my last wedding of the year – unless anyone gets in there quickly.
Anyway, today I’ve been thinking about text phones. I’ve never had a landline in London as it’s an expense with little benefit for me. But what about a text phone? Mostly I rely on text messages, email and online booking systems to organise my life – indeed, I booked my car MOT in this way just the other day – but sometimes, there is no option of this.
Take yesterday, when I saw a man acting very oddly, shove something down a manhole cover and run away at great speed. It was all a bit dodgy – he wasn’t in a utilities uniform or obviously carrying out work, so and wondered if I should let the police know – but it’s hardly a 999 scenario, which left the option of calling the non-emergency number.
Except, I knew, in all honesty, that I wouldn’t be able to hear and that my confusion could actually cause more panic than necessary – like the time I called the British Gas emergency number to report a gas leak in my flat, from my work phone, couldn’t hear so hung up and then caused mass hysteria at the office when British Gas rang back about the gas leak.
I also got told off by British Gas for hanging up – but I couldn’t hear and there was no available alternative for me.
So yesterday, the only available alternative was a text phone, which I don’t have.
This means that I didn’t report the strange man and the manhole cover, and I have no idea if I should have done.
So today, in my lunch hour, I am going to read up on text phones as I know very little about them. I will also read up on anything else that bypasses the need to make phone calls when there is little alternative.
If UK peeps know of a good solution, please leave me a comment – all advice greatfully received.