To think that a meter reader shouldn't moan about having to go down the cellar to read them?

[kreecherlivesupstairs]

Or maybe I'm just odd. We haven't lived in Belgium very long so perhaps it's a Belgian thing. The meter man came, showed me his badge and black machine and told me he needed to read the meters. I said I didn't know where they were so he looked on his machine and said they were in the cellar. I took him to the cellar, turned the light on and he tutted. He told me he hadn't realised the stairs were so steep and could I do it. Could I fuck, I don't even know what's down there apart from the washing machine. Eventually with very bad grace he went down and did his job. He said that he would send a card next year. I said I didn't care. Was I unreasonable?

Maybe, but he was about 60, so I doubt ours was the first he'd had to enter. He even left the light on in the far part of the cellar and told me to go and turn it off. I did and this resulted in me wrecking the second lot of onions I was cooking for tonight's dinner

YANBU that is his job.

Our meters are at the end of the drive in a box; perhaps them being in the cellar is unusual.

Belgians can be bloody grumpy at times though!

Hopefully he will never visit again. You are therefore in the position of deciding how much electricity to pay for. Make the most of it then leave the country.

How odd!

We have a three room basement with steep stairs, that's very normal in Belgium, and the meter readers don;t complain about them. They just read the meter then go.

My mum refuses to set foot in the basement.

Maybe he has seen that Carlsberg advert with the sweet little old lady

YANBU. Phone the supplier and tell them.

Maybe he's scared of the dark

or of the spiders.

There are loads out now in Belgium.