The big mission today was to sort a phone out in some way. We
started with a visit to the electrician to pay him, but they don’t accept
cards, only cheques which we don’t have, so we need cash instead. Next to the
post office to see if they maybe had kept the letter containing our SIM card
(which must have been delivered before we arrived) but no luck. We got told off
for having our name on a cardboard box above the real boxes instead of having
our name on a real letterbox, which is a legal requirement! Next to Samir at the bank
to see if he could ring FreeMobile for us, but his work phone was blocked for
such numbers.
Back home to find that you have to call up to register it to
get it started. What a daft system. The whole point of a card is so you can
call, and if you can already call you perhaps don’t need a card. Maddening. So
I went off to a phone box to call. I’ve been coping really well with French
conversations, but to having to follow the “If you want xxxx, press y”
conversation is rather more tricky on a phone. I worked out the right number on
the 3rd try, but on getting the operator got totally lost and had to
give up. Back to Samir so he could give them our details, but though he works
until 5:30, the bank shuts its doors at 5pm. Aaaaaaaaaarrrrrgghhhh!
So we now
have a SIM card, but we can’t use it, and we still haven’t ordered our
whiteware (the cheapest deals are available online only), and we have a
particular slim washer we are desperate to get that we know is in runout and
difficult to obtain. Perhaps tomorrow? Anyway, the postbox lock is now fitted,
so there’s a small win to make up for the frustrations.