You might have guessed it. The Combi-boiler went kaput last weekend and I bought a convection heater to see me through the week. I was told that the new boiler would be here Saturday.
At the same time, a whole lot of job related stuff descended and I’ve had meetings much of the week.
Fine, not a problem. I showered at the club and still had gas and cold water. Today, Friday, I have the most important of these meetings.
At 07:30 this morning, out of bed an hour and a half, due to the domestic fight downstairs which spilled out onto the public space, with me in thermal vest and surf shorts, not a pretty sight, the door buzzer went. I ignored it but it persisted.
I finally answered it. It were the young lad come to change the boiler.
Oh, they’ll be here all day, I was told. At this point, a face appeared up a ladder outside my bedroom window and they were painting the window sills and replacing some of the surrounding brickwork.
Now, what am I going to do about this meeting? Should I take the computer with me or not? I take the chance on the lad – I heard him on the phone to his grandfather and he seems that long lost phenomenon – a genuinely good lad. I’m going to take the chance.
If you don’t get a further post today, you’ll know it all went pear-shaped. So, taxi’s waiting downstairs and I’ll bid you au revoir.