Dad has the afternoon off in order to be here for the Gas Man, who's coming to service the "aul' boiler" (no comment). Gas man comes and goes, very efficiently by about 3pm, so Dad hikes up to the allotment to do the Rotovating. It's hard physical work, because that old beast is a big powerful thing, and Dad spends all the time fighting it's wayward tendency to take off across the plot.
All the time, he and his allotment mates are ruefully watching a massive John Deere with a 40-50 foot gang of 4 discs and rollers doing to acres in seconds out on the (new) fields, what it is taking Dad hours to do per square yard. The tractor guy is followed by hundreds of gulls swooping and crying after the turned up worms. Dad is supporting one robin. Yes, the job of turning the "nature reserve" out back into an oil seed rape monoculture is proceding a-pace.
We aren't allowed up - there is this theory that dogs and rotovators don't mix. I was only trying to bite the wheels Dad! In the end we get our walk across the Rec where we meet 8 month old Cav, "Alfie" and try to have a run around. I'm up for it, and Alfie keeps trying, but as soon as it's me chasing him, and I look like catching up he stops and cowers, tail between legs, which puts a bit of a dampener on the game and I get bored and wander off, where upon he chases me again. Odd dog. Needs to learn to play in a Deefer-style, mildly robust way!
Deefer
Showing posts with label Gas Man. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Gas Man. Show all posts
Tuesday, 24 March 2009
Tuesday, 15 January 2008
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
http://www.iankitching.me.uk/humour/hippo/gas.html
Deefs
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
http://www.iankitching.me.uk/humour/hippo/gas.html
Deefs
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