OTE say no. Again

A very unhappy pair of bunnies in Belam-Forrest Towers today.

First of all, Claire's mum flew out after her fortnight visit in the early hours of the morning, leaving behind one very sad daughter.

Then to add to our woe, OTE finally turned up to install our telephone line today. Cue much shaking of heads and sucking of teeth and the announcement that they couldn't do it because, as I far as I could gather from his broken English, there isn't any spare capacity in the exchange on our street.

"Maybe next week?" he said.

Given that it took OTE 27 days to even send someone round to us, I can't say I'm going to hold my breath.