Tidy, burdens and eggs.

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1. I have been waiting since Friday for the boiler man to come, which has meant that my stereo has been balancing on a not-quite large enough stool, and hyacinth which normally sits on the stool has been migrating round the room depending on what surface I am using. But the boiler man came, did his thing and now the flat is tidy(ish) again.

2. The boiler man taught me how to undo a bolt with a broken thread. This is the bolt which was preventing me from repressurising the boiler. Being defeated in this way made me feel like a weak and feeble woman, and not being able to repressurise the boiler made me worry that it might explode at any moment, so that was two loads off my mind. He also fixed the leak which has been giving me nightmares about downstairs paddling knee deep in water, which was a third load lifted. Yay.

3. I was trying to work out whether the thought of going without supper was less desirable than a trip to the supermarket. Then I opened the fridge and found a box of eggs.

Comments

  1. girlzootSaturday, December 25, 2004

    I have emergency soups in order to avoid going to the grocery...anything is preferable for me than going to the store.

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  2. LeperColonyTuesday, December 28, 2004

    What's a boiler man?

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  3. ClareWednesday, December 29, 2004

    A boilerman is someone does not come at the time he said he would to fix your boiler. A boiler is an ugly piece of white goods that in exchange for a large corner of my studio, £15 of gas a month (not petrol gas, the other sort) and hefty repair bills (see above) heats water and makes the radiators hot. It makes strange noises, too, and has many pipes some of which are hot, and some of which are cold. I have tried to make my boiler go away by covering it in photographs.

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  4. LeperColonyWednesday, December 29, 2004

    How curious. In America hot water is made by faucets. Cold water too. It's really quite miraculous.

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