of the trials and tribulations faced by one man trying to get a simple broadband connection I am reminded of the old song made famous by Flanders and Swann, that legendary duo of the late 1950's/early 1960's.
'The gasman cometh'
'Twas on the Monday morning, the Gas man came to call.
The gas tap wouldn't turn - I wasn't getting gas at all.
He tore out all the skirting boards to try and find the main,
And I had to call the carpenter to put them back again.
Oh, it all makes work for the working men to do.
You would have thought we'd have moved on a bit by now wouldn't you? Apparently not, we're still suffering from the attitude that takes prevarication and makes it an art form. "If it doesn't get done today perhaps it'll get done tomorrow".