Interesting day.
I have been known to wax annoyed with My Broadband Provider, Which Shall Remain Nameless. And objectively, with the want of having a technician-cum-engineer call and potter about for some hours, today was annoying.
Subjectively … well. Late twenties to early thirties, conversible, fit, ex-squaddie trade, who asked insinuating questions in idle chat, gave insinuating answers of his own, and at least pretended to believe I was, he’d guess, thirty-two or thirty-three? Yes, please.
He left his private mobile number.
I shall, this weekend, be getting my coat.
Good night, all.