Biskit Protection Zone

Just a quickie with the telephone tonight.  Sorry about the quality.   Spent the day with BT engineers, then catching up with three days of no internet (you don’t realise just how much you rely on it until it’s not there), and then giving BT call centre staff and managers an ear battering over yesterday (see blip).  At least we have wound up with some nominal compensation for staying in for a day with no results, but I will be taking this further – it’s not the fault of the call-centre staff, it’s the system.
 
Poor old Biskit is with us tonight to protect him from noisy fireworks in Bourne.  I hope there are not to many in Rippingale.  He was given a tablet before the daughter brought him over, so he’s already a bit dopy.  Nearly missed the windowsill when he jumped up.  He won’t get much of a walk as I can’t handle poo-bags properly.
 
Well I’ve caught up with the blips, but not yet the comments.  Must give this poorly hand a rest now . . .


Ps - Heck - with all this activity I had completely missed that this is my 1460 – heavens that’s four years without missing a day.  Should have done something special, mind you Biskit is special even if it is a rubbish photo.