Last night in Norfolk the wind seemed stronger than ever. This morning there were lots of twigs and bits of branches which had been blown out of the huge ash tree in our driveway. On an impulse I picked up the phone to check that there was still a dialling tone. There wasn't. Oh dear. No landline, which, for us, means no internet.
The last time we lost our landline was when the developer next door "accidentally" knocked over our telephone pole, which was inconveniently sited for all the houses being built. That's the hole where it used to stand.
And the time before that was when a squirrel chewed through the overhead line.
Each time it took BT - or Openreach or whatever they call themselves - about two weeks to fix it.
We'll see how long it takes this time.
The line is still physically in situ, I think the conductors inside couldn't take the strain where the line is under tension from a branch pressing against it.
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