This "problem" remains unresolved and I now find myself engaged in online chats with the ST Water call centre. My regular agent is Brad and, in order to continue my warfare against them, I have reinvented myself as a hypercamp elderly predatory homosexual who is obsessed with Brad  

In a convo about water meters yesterday I managed to establish that he has a girlfriend ( 

), has a leather jacket but not leather trousers ( 

) is 26 ( 

) and enjoys skiing ( 

). 
He wants to arrange for an engineer to come round to resolve my "problem" but I am insisting on a burly man  
