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
