Well, my first attempt to order a gas bottle over the phone a few months back was a catastrophe .... by the time I had been handed to the third operator, I was a little frustrated. They couldn't understand my address. Finally, we seemed to come to a compromise and I met them at the security gate.
Understandably, I have been dreading the day when the gas would run out again. I have been making sure that I have been miserly with it's use ... heating food only when really, really necessary etc. However, yesterday, the inevitable hapopened. Don't worry dear, we can microwave our tea and coffee I said. That lasted one tasting. So, onto the phone I went. This time I only had to speak wth one person, who had the nouse to ask me my postcode. Things went uphill from there and the bottle arrived shortly thereafter.
I think I have finally cured my gasitis!
P.S. Why don't people ask you for your postcode more often? And why can't you just your postcode to a taxi driver?