Keeping In Touch

If someone had told me at nine o'clock yesterday evening that I'd be able to post to this Far Place today I wouldn't have placed any great faith in their judgement. Arriving at Maison KL after an uneventful drive we found the phone lines working, rather gratifyingly since they weren't the last time we were here, but a lady's voice thereon informed us that the service had been cut off as we hadn't paid our last bill. In addition there was another letter suggesting we had terminated out internet service - which surprised us as we'd done no such thing. (We also found that a monkey had decided to use our bedroom balconey as a lavatory, but that's quite another story.)

We set out to try and sort out this mess and restore communications late this morning, none too hopeful of achieving very much. And then we found ourselves in several queues, being shunted from one attendant to another, as is often the way here. But astonishingly, it worked. By the time we reached home our phone lines were working and our internet connection restored. Mind you, the monkey droppings are still there. Still, two out of three's not bad at all.