Rude Awakening
And there I was, running, running through the field, a warm, happy sensation flowing over me, freedom at last...
Brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrriiiiiiiiiinnnnnnnnnnnnnnggggggggg........
Feeling confused I regained consciousness and blearily peered at my clock, I can't even remember the time, but I reckon it was just before 9am, once I had established it was very early (oh yes it is! I didn't go to bed til nearly 2) I then quickly backtracked to what had woken me up...my legs were working faster than my brain, for I was already at my door putting on my dressing gown and on the landing before my brain had caught up to the fact that it was the doorbell. Kirst was of a similar mind, also just coming out of her room. Speculating about who the HELL this could be calling on a student house at this hour of the morning (definitely not another student that much is certain) we made our way downstairs.
With Bed hair quite specatacular even for me, and bleary eyes, I yawned and opened the door.....to quite a cute guy. Cheerfully he bid me goodmorning and explained that he had come to look at our boiler and he had told our landlord (who had neglected to tell us...oh no, wait, what's this...) the phone rang at that point (yes our landlord!)....kirsty and I were not amused at all, but graciously showed the man in to the kitchen, whereby I remembered my manners and offered him a cup of tea while he was still apologising for waking us up.
So the boiler farce continues now, fantastic news- Kirsty may have to move out of her room! LOL. He was telling us, after we had checked rooms for thermastats and goodness knows what else, that the situation is that basically our boiler is fucked. Something I have been trying to tell our landlord from day one last year when it first broke. It's obvious...I'm not an engineer, or a mechanical person, although I do my fair share of tampering when something is broken and trying to fix it, but even to a simpleton such as me, it is blatantly obvious that the boiler is much older than the 12 years the last engineer tried to convince us it was. It is knackered, broke beyond belief, it should go off to the boiler heaven and be put out of its misery. Yes I am advocating euthanasia for this boiler and so would you if you saw its distress, and more importantly, our distress every time it breaks.
So it has to be replaced, much to the Landlord's annoyance. And this, the engineer was telling us, may require the laying of new pipes...through kirsty's room...which requires the pulling up of carpet and the removal of all things Kirsty. Our landlord inevitably won't tell us when this will happen, considering he didn't tell us the guy was coming this morning until he'd actually turned up, so it will probably be a hit and miss and rush job to get everything out...and she will probably have to stay in one of our rooms!
On the plus side, our new house has had it's tenants evicted (apparently they were horrible) so there may be the chance to move in early...which may benefit kirsty!!
Brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrriiiiiiiiiinnnnnnnnnnnnnnggggggggg........
Feeling confused I regained consciousness and blearily peered at my clock, I can't even remember the time, but I reckon it was just before 9am, once I had established it was very early (oh yes it is! I didn't go to bed til nearly 2) I then quickly backtracked to what had woken me up...my legs were working faster than my brain, for I was already at my door putting on my dressing gown and on the landing before my brain had caught up to the fact that it was the doorbell. Kirst was of a similar mind, also just coming out of her room. Speculating about who the HELL this could be calling on a student house at this hour of the morning (definitely not another student that much is certain) we made our way downstairs.
With Bed hair quite specatacular even for me, and bleary eyes, I yawned and opened the door.....to quite a cute guy. Cheerfully he bid me goodmorning and explained that he had come to look at our boiler and he had told our landlord (who had neglected to tell us...oh no, wait, what's this...) the phone rang at that point (yes our landlord!)....kirsty and I were not amused at all, but graciously showed the man in to the kitchen, whereby I remembered my manners and offered him a cup of tea while he was still apologising for waking us up.
So the boiler farce continues now, fantastic news- Kirsty may have to move out of her room! LOL. He was telling us, after we had checked rooms for thermastats and goodness knows what else, that the situation is that basically our boiler is fucked. Something I have been trying to tell our landlord from day one last year when it first broke. It's obvious...I'm not an engineer, or a mechanical person, although I do my fair share of tampering when something is broken and trying to fix it, but even to a simpleton such as me, it is blatantly obvious that the boiler is much older than the 12 years the last engineer tried to convince us it was. It is knackered, broke beyond belief, it should go off to the boiler heaven and be put out of its misery. Yes I am advocating euthanasia for this boiler and so would you if you saw its distress, and more importantly, our distress every time it breaks.
So it has to be replaced, much to the Landlord's annoyance. And this, the engineer was telling us, may require the laying of new pipes...through kirsty's room...which requires the pulling up of carpet and the removal of all things Kirsty. Our landlord inevitably won't tell us when this will happen, considering he didn't tell us the guy was coming this morning until he'd actually turned up, so it will probably be a hit and miss and rush job to get everything out...and she will probably have to stay in one of our rooms!
On the plus side, our new house has had it's tenants evicted (apparently they were horrible) so there may be the chance to move in early...which may benefit kirsty!!
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