They don’t mess about when it comes to paying bills here. When I got back from the pub at two o’clock on Thursday morning, my internet connection had already been switched to Local Only. It stayed off until tonight. Birthday messages went unanswered, emails piled up, and I never did find out how bad Cesc Fabregas’s injury really was.
“I haven’t had any internet since Wednesday,” I told the office at school. “Is there a problem with it?” “Oh, the bill," one of the secretaries replied. "We’ll send someone to pay it today.”
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