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Wednesday, 19 July 2017
I very rarely answer my home telephone; either because I'm not there to hear it ring, or if it's at lunchtime I'm 99% sure it'll be some infuriating foreign twat (probably a Nigerian idiot pretending to be from Microsoft). I don't have a mobile (well, I do, but I don't use it).
My true friends all know to leave a very short message on the answerphone, and I phone them back at once.
I am sick to death of bloody cold calls from scammers, salesmen, opportunists, and the like.
It's always the same. The phone rings four times, then silence, then the answerphone switches off. It happens about ten times a day.
Most French nuisance callers understand the traditional English greeting of 'Fuck off', but a few are persistent.
I would never, never, never, buy anything from someone over the phone; nor (I hope) would I fall for some idiotic scam. If I need something I go to the relevant shop.
I really don't know why they bother. The telephone Co must be making plenty of money from these people, but it also makes people like me want to do away with a land line.
Yesterday I did answer a call, and it was an astrologer! Heaven help me!
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