Finding the RIGHT people is the key
Well, the valley’s interweb has been fixed. Some tubby french workman had fallen asleep sitting on a cable and chewed through it when he woke up hungry. No, not really, but it seems like that sometimes.
The office is still sans telephone line, but I’ve brought out the big guns. I met a lady called Wendy at my party the other night. She’s Irish, and mad as milk, but she’s been here for 16 years and her business is to grease the wheels between the English and French communities. If there’s one person in Chamonix who can give France Telecom a boot up the bum, and get us up and running it’s her.
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