Actually it’s someone from the National Grid Metering who have announced an urgent need to install a replacement meter. Hmm.
Anyway, it suddenly dawned on me that I’d best clear the glory hole under the stairs so that s/he can actually reach the gas meter. Much huffing and puffing, coughing and sneezing later and my booty* has been moved to temporary homes (behind the sofa, behind the chair and up in the office) but in one of life’s little coincidences, the clearout uncovered a box of Sainsbury’s Luxury Shortbread biscuits with an imminent best buy date.
Looks like a biccie-binge is in order then. Anyone for a cuppa?
* A much missed extension lead, a clock that needs fixing, a couple of metres of patterned fleece to make doggie sleeping bags, the foot pedal for the sewing machine, a large jar of now defunct Belgian/French francs, Dutch guilders and Italian lira, a foot spa.