We had what I hope is the final installment of an internet upgrade saga this morning. Long story, but we had realised for quite a while that our internet was slow, and switched to a new plan which promised much faster speed for a good deal less than I've been paying. A technician came last Friday and was let in by DD4. Technician couldn't figure out where the existing cable entered the building and left after half an hour, telling DD4 that the faster internet required a new cable, but the company would have to draw a cable all the way around from the box at the basement door to the south side of the building, on the outside, then up to the second floor, and in through a hole he proposed to drill in the wall just under our sitting room window.
This sounded like the sort of news that would make the landlord dance jigs and shout, 'Whoopeeee! When can you start!?' So we arranged for a second opinion, and this morning's guy located the route of the cables into and through the basement and a way to drop a cable down from my apartment to the basement, and thus to the box at the basement door. The experience was terrifying for Dcat, and on top of that we had a rip roaring thunderstorm and heavy rain later in the afternoon - she decamped to her usual safe spot behind the loo for the duration - so she's not her usual sunny self.