What's under your bed?
‘Is that Vicky?’ asked the man who rang.
‘Yes, who is speaking?’
He gave his name; he was from my electricity provider, the ‘Maturation
Team’ he said, and he wanted to talk about my contract. I was pleased and asked
about the cost of my future electricity bill. But as you read this, alarm bells
should be ringing. However, they did not ring for me. I continued to talk to
the caller there seemed to be no reason not to.
We are all worried about the cost of living and in
particular energy charges. My electricity contract is coming to an end so I
have been trying to work out whether I should opt for a fixed price tariff or go
onto the standard rate. There are so many unknowns. What will the price cap do
in April and then again in October? The fixed rate option is much more
expensive but will be as it says ‘fixed’ and even though it is expensive it is
easier to budget for. The standard rate which is cheaper at present will go up
in price and so far, I do not know by how much.
Can you blame me for latching onto the caller? Well, yes you
can. It is against all my safety rules to talk to a cold caller like this. I
believed him right to the end of our conversation as he offered to help. I said
that I would ring him back and he gave me his number. After some thought I did
not ring back, it may have been an honest caller but when I put his number up
on the internet, others were very doubtful and thought it was a scam. Luckily,
I did not give any information about my account (but I could have done so
What a strange world we are in now. It is very different
from the world that I isolated from two years ago. At first suddenly, flour was
in very short supply you could not get it in kitchen sized bags and people
started hoarding it; suppliers were left with big catering sacks. Now, you can
easily get flour, no one seems to be baking anymore. A few weeks ago, you could
not get crisps, today I am finding boxed tissues are the must have commodity
that is in short supply.
One thing is predictable though and it is that we have
potato sets in egg cartons under our bed every January. They are beginning to
shoot but must remain there for some time yet. Wizened and brown their ‘eyes’
stare up at me. I find that it is better not to say anything.