The gasman cometh.
Apr. 25th, 2008 02:52 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
whathoThere's an awfully talkative gasman in our hallway. I'd promised to stay in and wait for him because my mother's terribly busy sorting out my grandfather's moving house, but I was wigging out so much about the prospect of opening doors and talking to people that my brother promised to stay in as well. Then the gasman came and asked what gas appliances we had in the house and my brother said 'um' for about five minutes and I had to intervene. That wasn't the plan.
My brother's currently entertaining the man with stories of his post-university long term unemployment and terrible career prospects. It does actually seem to be quieting the gasman down somewhat.
Mother's come back. Hurrah.
He's asked her to turn the pilot light down and she quite reasonably hasn't the faintest idea what that entails. Bother. Pushy little man.
But now he's gone. Hurrah again.
My brother's currently entertaining the man with stories of his post-university long term unemployment and terrible career prospects. It does actually seem to be quieting the gasman down somewhat.
Mother's come back. Hurrah.
He's asked her to turn the pilot light down and she quite reasonably hasn't the faintest idea what that entails. Bother. Pushy little man.
But now he's gone. Hurrah again.
