I swear intelligent imbeciles are employed (somewhere – mainly India) to pile on premium number phone charges. It took the guy twenty minutes (wasting a lot of them on too many thank yous for my patience) to understand that him sending me an email with a link to resolve my problem won’t work because I can NOT open any emails. Not being able to open any emails being the bloody problem I phoned ABOUT. There was something Kafkaesque about our conversation. One of those sublime moments when you begin to question your sanity. When you get an inkling of some of the chambers of Dante’s hell awaiting you. Still, by then I’ll be dead. So it won’t matter.
That I am not close to a nervous breakdown is because I had one earlier. And there are only so many breakdowns one can have in the space of an hour before the white van shows up.