The gas man cometh

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.

2 Responses to “The gas man cometh”

  1. ally bean
    May 25th, 2006 22:18

    milk and sugar in my tea, please.

    and pass another one of those cookies over here, will ‘ya?

  2. Pewari
    May 30th, 2006 17:58

    Did someone say cookies?!! I’m in!

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