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Going to the dogs

I went flying on Friday.  Not in the conventional sense, I actually flew off a stationary bike and landed ungainly on the ground injuring my left foot, knee and thigh and strangely my right hand.  My sister, torn between laughing and showing  sympathy, did a superb job mopping up blood and dispensing ice to all the injured parts.  Yesterday going up and downstairs was excruciating, today it is tolerable.  Tomorrow I shall be back to normal.  The bike is on its way to the Salvation Army.  The way my sister thinks of it is if I fall off it when it is not moving, there is no way she is going to ride it.  I told her to buy an electric one.

I tried phoning the Bognor Regis branch of Sainsburys but the number was unavailable.  I phoned directory enquiries but they said it was ex-directory.  Ex-directory?  A supermarket?  This could be a clue as to why Sainsburys financial results have been floundering.  It was  important that I phone the branch so I looked at the website but sure enough the same telephone number was showing.  I phoned the Head Office in London and explained my predicament.  'Of course I can give you the number,' the receptionist said and proceeded to give me the same number that is unavailable, ex-directory and still on the website.  There is no hope, I ventured to say if even the Head Office don't have a correct number for the branch.  After a lot of tut tutting and talking to her colleagues, none of whom could understand why the telephone number didn't work, the receptionist said she would connect me to Bognor via their internal system, and so I found myself talking to someone called John.  I explained that the telephone number for the store didn't work, that the website shows the same number and that even Sainsburys Head Office don't have a corrrect number.  'I don't understand that at all.' he said. 

After a frustrating 10 minutes of conversation he finally admitted that the number had changed but he couldn't understand why no-one knew it.  Perhaps because you haven't informed anyone I wonder.

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