The wife came and told me that there was somebody at the door wanting to talk to me about our Gas and Electricity supplier and boy was i up for it. The conversation went thus;
" Good afternoon sir, i've come to tell that you could save money on your energy costs by switching."
" We don't do beggin mate sorry. "
" I'm not begging sir. "
" Look! yes we could probably save a few quid but i really can't be bothered with all that. "
" Oh we'd take care of everything for you. "
Yes i'm sure you would.
" I'm happy with how things are and i'm all for not fixing isn't broken. Okay? "
" Okay sir, thank you for your time. "
I walked away and he left closing the side-gate behind him.
I feel angry with myself, as guilty as hell and i resent that. To say that i'm seething doesn't come close. Damn those hawkers.
I wish i'd thought to ask who he was representing. I keep resolving to compile a black-list of cold-callers. I do, however, have the name of a double-glazing company whose products i wouldn't accept as a gift because their pestering.