The Icewoman Cometh

Gad! It's freezing here. Last night Will came home and immediately noticed the cold in our place, so he checked on the boiler thingy and then asked what did I do to make the primary gas light go out? I explained that when it got a bit too warm here, I turned it off. Will looked at me as if he didn't know whether to slap me one or cry. He patiently explained that I "accidentally" turned off the boiler in a way that it needs to be turned back on by an engineer. What I should have done is down turn this little grey dial, not the "damn red button". Oops. Throughout the night it was so cold that my fingers and toes became blocks of ice. When I huddled up to Will for some warmth, he screamed like a girl. Wuss. This morning I phoned to arrange for a gas man to come and save me from being frozen to death. The gas man said he'd be here between eight a.m. and five p.m., and now it's almost five p.m. I couldn't relax all day, worrying that I missed hearing our door bell, so I flitted back and forth, checking the front window for his van. I don't think he's been, so I'm feeling rather vexed that I spent an entire day waiting for nothing. I am "lucky" that I don't have an office job. Or worse, have kids at school. It must be awful for parents who have to juggle between their jobs and children while waiting for tardy utility engineers on off days that they ill-afford. Link of the Day: Write Backwards Be good, be bad & be safe.