No Matter How I Try

Today I'm feeling considerably better, though I still won't recommend the bus 138 route to anyone in her right mind. My new discovery is that were it not for my mobile and regular support calls from my boyfriend, I would have turned into a chain smoker with Mom bossing around all day. Today we (or rather she) was expecting the cable man or what to set up a new cable, which would enable us to use the Net, the phone, and the television 3 in 1 thanks to a new, super-dooper technology. She had to take a day off for this one, and as a result she kept doubling my blood pressure with all kinds of trifles until the guy finally came and announced that he cannot install the stuff just now because he'll have to dig a poll in our garden for that. Yummie. That's why people stick to old-fashioned services, I guess.