Alright, it wasn't a cold caller, it was BT asking why I haven't made any calls off my number for ages and am still paying rental fees et al. Blah blah. Anyhoo the conversation went a tad like this: BT Fella: Evening Mrs Slug, its Kavan from BT, how are you this evening? (Schoolboy mistake) Slug: I'm fucking shattered, how about you? (bearing in mind he spoke a bit norn iron) BTF: I'm OK, I'm OK. Slug: What are you phoning me for? BTF: To see why you are paying for a BT rental line and not making any calls, you see Mrs Slug.. Slug: Hang on, I switched to Supanet and kept the BT line because they gave me a free modem and unlimited internet access and I needed the BT line to get all that. Can you offer me any better? BTF: Errrrm no. Is there anything else I can help you with? Slug: Can you sort my garden out? It's in rag. BTF: Silence Slug: So, do you want to know why I have had such a wank day then? BTF: (Sniggering in a sort of "Oh My Fucking God what have I let myself in for nervous type of way). Go on then. Slug: Well - I have been busy as fuck for the last 2 weeks wiping peoples arrses, I have been on more meetings for meetings than I needed to be, I was up at half 5 to pack my fucking car up to drive home today (Is this call being recorded)? BTF: Yes Mrs Slug. Slug: Ace - can I swear? BTF: Do what you want. Slug: Ta. I've been pissed about at work, I've got a wank job, I've had to almost take my car up to 11 this afternoon to get through the fuckers on the A1M who insist on changing CDs in the fast lane while I am trying to inspect the contents of their boot and may or may not have been flashing my lights at them, the obligatory duty copper pulled out (shock horror) at the services just before Leeming so I had to slow down to at least 10.5*, my Sugababes CD isn't working in the car, and my dog preferred his dinner to me. Oh, and the house is minging because I haven't been here for ever. How's your day been Caveman? BTF: Shite, I had some woman whinging on about her stepdad dying, some other woman crying about her husband. Slug: Boo hoo. Caveman actually laughed at this point and I felt sorry for him so we had a good craic and he told me that a Cpl - a mere Cpl shouted at him - the horror the horror. I cheered the fucker up anyhoo. He will stag on til half eight (2030hrs for us), but he will go to sleep with a happy in his tummy. Dale can be nice when she wants.