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ixion some years ago, our local Mayor arranged for everyone in Waitakere City to get free Fibre.
Workperson drilled a hole in my kitchen wall and positioned the boxes as you describe.
Then my son set about finding a land line phone compatible with the new technology. $200 later he brought one exactly like the smallest cellphone and quite impossible for me to see. My heart sank but I said nothing.
The phone wouldn't ‘shake hands' with the (another $250) router which had been necessary with this "free" fibre.
'Shake hands'? I felt like slapping its silly face.
So a brand new, unused phone now sits gathering dust on my book case.
The normal old phones went off to Hospice Shop and I told everyone I no longer had a phone.
This only makes it awkward when some representative of officialdom, insists they must have a contact number. I used to feel like giving a random string of numbers just to shut them up. Now I just stare until they give up.
By the time we get to next of kin and I explain I have no one here, they are reaching for the nerve tablets.
I am not being wilfully awkward. When I DID have a landline, my son told me his "emergency only" number was being used for mundane questions - usually when he was in a meeting. 
Grammaretto they have ruled out the things they’ve tested for. No attempt to see if my sudden back pain has anything to do with it – because “that’s not what you were admitted with”.
I don’t know about First Do No Harm – it should be First Have a Grain of Sense. But I was well looked after so what’s the point of complaining?
Fish & Chips, ice cream and wine eh Doodle? sounds delicious; I’m so glad you had a good time. 
Thank you Lobstars, you are a caring lot and I love you all.
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- so why stay there? 
I love the taste of oats too much.
