Gas
There’s a lot of banging going on downstairs. It’s the gas man fiddling with the fire. The whole downstairs reeked of gas when we came in this evening, which probably explains why I had a headache from hell at lunchtime.
He’s cut off and capped the pipe to the fire now, so we’re without heating in the lounge, but as the alternative was having no gas at all, and so no radiators, cooker or hot water, it was the best of two evils. It was apparently a very big leak, too - enough to have run a flame off it, he said.
He’s given us an ugly blue and red form full of tick boxes, with a mark beside the words ‘immediately dangerous’.
Fortunately I’ve been off work all day, as I will be on Monday and Tuesday, so I’ve spent most of the day over at the flat where there’s no killer gas. It’s been very productive, and I think I’ve turned the corner now, so the flat is now tidier than the house. It’s also very empty.
Unfortunately there are more holes in the walls that I’d imagined there would have been now I’ve taken down all the pictures, so I think I’m going to have to do more filling and painting than I was intending, but at least I feel I’ve turned a corner now.
I really don’t want to go back there and do any more tomorrow. Perhaps I could put it off until Monday and use the time I’ve taken off to get it sorted out… just to get it sorted out.
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