Not Coronavirus, for a change.

Here is a link to a rather amusing little post about someone writing a book which I came across which prompted me to write this which was going to be a short response to say I had enjoyed the post but became somewhat longer as I told my tale of woe.

Friday Fictioneers — Old School

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I too thought it would be a good time to write a book but have so far in three days written five pages and managed to complete some research.

Yesterday was completely wasted trying to get our broadband fixed which resulted in us being told to dismantle the incoming socket and plug the wire in the back, it looks extremely untidy and has not resulted in the broadband working any better.

I have now wasted the majority of today trying to fix the sky box which must be related to the internet connection and my log in to my Vodafone account which no longer works.

As we speak, I am currently in conversation with what I suspect is a robot and I have a number to quote should I ever get in touch with a human being, however I received the message on the phone with the number which made the phone ding every two or three minutes so I deleted it as it was quite annoying. I don’t even have the satisfaction of talking to a real person I can shout at, sorry I mean raise my voice at!

I have to wonder if these problems will ever get resolved and am beginning to lose the will to live, compared to getting the internet fixed a dose of Coronavirus is looking quite an attractive alternative.

About The Diary of a Country Bumpkin

I am a retired actor, although to be honest I only retired because I wasn't getting any work and the option of becoming an unemployed actor/waiter at my age was ludicrous, especially as my waiting skills are non-existent. Having said I’m retired, I don’t think there really is such a thing as a retired actor for I am still available for work, I just don’t have an agent or any connections with regards to obtaining any worthwhile work. I have over the years done student films when there is nothing else available, always low paid (if at all) the only incentive was always the promised copy of the finished film for your show reel which nine times out of ten always failed to materialise. I spent many years looking after my aged mother who had dementia, hence the lack of acting work but shortly after her death I was lucky enough to run into an ex-girlfriend of many years ago and our romance blossomed once again, resulting in us getting married in 2013. My move to the countryside inspired me to write The Diary of a Country Bumpkin which tells of my continuing dilemmas in dealing with the rigors of the countryside from the unexpectedly large number of pollens, fungal moulds and hay products waiting to attack the unsuspecting townie. I enjoy writing, see my play Dulce Et Decorum Est Pro Patria Mori on The Wireless Theatre Company, The Plays Wot I Wrote and The Battle of Barking Creek both available on Amazon.co.uk and am very fond of classic cars so my ideal occupation would be acting in a film I had written set in the 1930s/40s, we live in hopes. I am delighted to say that since venturing to the countryside where space is not quite the premium it is in town, I have due to the availability of two double garages acquired more classic cars to form a small collection the pride of which are a 1947 Bentley Mk VI and a 2000 Bentley Arnage. My various blogs and websites are continually evolving and I’m sure that by following the appropriate links you will find something which will edify or amuse.
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7 Responses to Not Coronavirus, for a change.

  1. Bad internet connection is frustrating and we had enough of that when we were on the boat.

  2. I am in the same boat.

  3. Maybe the robot is awaiting disinfection.

  4. Bhagyashree says:

    Quite a creative story with a great underlying theme! Loved it! 🌸

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