We had the hob installed on the 10/1, so it is no longer tormenting and threatening to trip us up as we walk in the door.
So another happy morning was spent with the cooker disembowelled on the kitchen floor, two Homebase workmen answering mobiles and chunnering on about gas supplies and tubes or summat – and Sausage and I had to make do with Cup-A-Soups and an apple for lunch as we couldn’t physically get into the kitchen to reach the microwave or get to anything in there (our kitchen is tiny).
They threatened to leave the old knackered hob behind, but I asked them to take it with them, and said I’d been inconvenienced enough and please could they deal with it. So they did. If they’d have refused, I think I would have thrown it out the door after them. Never mind Sausage learning bad habits from me in regards to chucking stuff, he needs to know his mum sticks up for herself, that’s not a bad habit to learn at least.
Today I receive this email:
Good morning Mrs Wilkinson
And I replied:
This is no longer funny or witty at all, it’s just me getting riled, which is probably not that great to read, but what the hell! I want my readers to see Homebase in all their resplendent customer service glory, so I’m blogging it.
Criticising punctuation is probably irrelevant, but I am hoping it is irritating as well as irrelevant. You see I keep my New Years Resolutions!