We’re Virgin on a change….

You may recall that we decided to change our broadband and TV provider. Switch from Murdoch to Branson. And today was the day.

As it happened, I had gone out for a well-needed haircut and, by the time I got back, the Virgin van was outside, the front door wide open and rolls of cables were waiting on the path, ready to be unrolled. I stepped inside the house and made my way to the lounge, where a young man, mask-less, was standing talking to the himself, it seemed. Ah… no, John’s voiced floated out from the library area round the corner.

The engineer was recounting how difficult it was going to be to put cables everywhere, nay, anywhere, in our house. And not only that, there would be additional and miles of cables snaking round the house, upstairs and downstairs and in My Lady’s Chamber, for each of the tellies. Plus the cable for the Broadband.

Oh. We hadn’t known all of that when we made our decision. Naïve, maybe, but we had expected something like the service we were already getting from our current provider. You know, a Wi-Fi enabled system. I suppose the giveaway is that the provider is offering a cable service………

Ah, well back to the drawing board. But not before we had hissed at the engineer to put on a mask whilst in the house, and then spending over an hour on the phone to Virgin, and another half an hour to Sky.

Change? Of course we don’t mind change. But we’re both secretly rather happy to be keeping all the luxury of the telly options we have now. Psst…. don’t tell anyone.

We finally sorted out our predicament and we both went back to the other important jobs that we’d planned to do. John’s of course, was the Birthday Cake. “We need butter and icing sugar for the butter icing,” John said, “Have we got any?” Erm…. no – well, not enough. We’d have to go and buy some. John was game. “Anything else you need?” Carrots and sweet potatoes, if you’re going.

Bless him, he did well. Managed to get all the things he needed and walk there and back to the Co-op. Slept for a couple of hours though, after such a momentous day of turmoil over the TV and a walk with a heavy bag of groceries. He woke up just in time for the footie.

In the meantime, I was still on with the decorating. Another coat of ceiling paint and that bit is complete – *does a little dance* – and the first coat on the woodwork.

But I was puzzled. As I painted a soft, snowy, virgin-white colour onto the woodwork, I wondered why we had previously chosen a dingy beige? All was revealed as I came to an area that had not been degraded by the sunshine, or the heating, or the dust from the garage…..the paintwork had been white…. It’s funny isn’t it, how you don’t really notice a creeping change before your very eyes? A bit like the state of the country, methinks.

However, I think we’ll be pleased with the change of décor when it’s finished, even if we’re not having a change in TV provider.

We watched the football this evening and thought England played marginally better than the other day. Well, they must have done, mustn’t they? Because they won!! They are going to have to up their game considerably if they are to beat anyone else though, in my humble opinion. Time will tell.

I wish COVID would stop upping its game though. More infections today.

• 11,625 people tested positive today
• 27 people died in the community
• 225 people were admitted to hospital in the last 24 hours. I’d like to know how many COVID patients are discharged, though, wouldn’t you? I have visions of more and more people being stuffed into hospitals and never coming out…..
• And deaths in hospitals totalled 21 over three days, since I last reported the figures

Take extra care now, everyone. With infections rising, you never know if it’s the person you are talking to who is a carrier, do you? God bless.