The bloke came back with a minion, and, no, the netting can't be repaired. They have to instal a new one, which is not their department, so I now have to wait for someone to contact me, or until I get narked enough to ring the council line (now staffed by a call centre on Delta Three, btw...) and do a bit of Mrs Brady-Old Lady creating. Bumfuck.
Speaking of Ray Winstone, cleanskies & jinty , I encountered him last night, looking about 12 in a decentish rock&roll yoof film. He wasn't naked, sadly, unless I slept through that bit...</span></span>
I also saw STARGATE:ATLANTIS for the first time ever, and rather liked it.