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I DID have something rambley and newsy to post, but my mood has been 100% killed by a phone-call I just received.

"hello am I speaking to Miss Joanne Sheldrake"

Again, on my fucking landline. They cut me off before I could ask them who they were, and 1471 just gets me a "sorry, we do not have a number to return the call".

I'm still completely bemused. HOW IN HELL DID THEY GET THIS NUMBER. It worries me a little that they might be something like debt collectors - I mean, how else would they have got this EX-DIRECTORY number that the woman has NEVER used? (I brought it with me from my previous address! It only became associated with the address ONCE SHE HAD LEFT.) Short of a credit search on the property or something. How else would they find it?

Next time I think I'm going to say "hi, yes ^^" so I can find out who the fuck they are.

This is getting beyond a joke now. It's been over 4 years since I moved in here and I'm still getting crap through the post for them. I just had to return a building society letter the other day (that apparently got caught in a Royal Mail sorting machine as it arrived in a bag, shredded into a million pieces.) Telephone calls just take the assing biscuit.

I wonder if you can sue someone for harassment over this? *only semi joking*

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