The gas man cometh…

IMG_0090It’s been ages since I’ve had the chance to sit down and write anything. Apart from having a bit of a meltdown last December, I have been totally consumed with the ‘selling house/buying house/moving into new house’ malarkey. Then came the ‘doing the house up’ malarkey! The new house had no kitchen. None. Zip. Nada. A stainless steel sink and a cupboard. And that was all. Actually, the previous owner very kindly left us their old cooker (our previous kitchen had a built-in oven and hob). However, after using it just once I decided to get it serviced, along with the boiler and the gas fire. The gas man took one look at the cooker. Moments later it was outside, on the front yard, condemned. The gas fire was similarly condemned and disconnected. Then he discovered a gas leak but not the source of the leak. Sigh! Eventually, after a lot of toing and froing of various gas personnel and many hours of hand-wringing later, the gas leak was found, the faulty pipe disconnected, the new connections all checked and deemed satisfactory and my house was once again my own. Which left me with a predicament. How to cook? Certain members of my family would say that has always been my predicament. They would also say ouch after I lamped them one with one of my brick-like loaves of bread. But that’s another story…

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