The Gas Man Cometh

'Twas on a Monday morning the gas man came to call.
The gas tap wouldn't turn - I wasn't getting gas at all.
He tore out all the skirting boards to try and find the main
And I had to call a carpenter to put them back again.

Oh, it all makes work for the working man to do."

Not really. But we are tied to the house waiting for an appointment "between 0800 and 1300" (Dad asks why they can't do half hour slots as Ocado seem to be able to manage for your internet shopping - you end up potentially frustrated indoors all day, not able to stray away from line of sight of the front door. Very frustrating) for our annual "old boiler" inspection. Poor old Megan. (ooops)

We had plans that once the inspection man had done and gone, we could all go off for the mother of all dog walks, maybe in the forest. In fact the day has dawned blowing a gale and lashing down with big wet sloppy drops of rain. The gas man arrived, in fact at 0900, so that was efficiently over, but now we still have the gale and the rain, so we are chilling out for a while before we go walking. We have the added bonus that Dad took the day off to be here for the man, so we get Dad's company all day.

Good old Flanders and Swann
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