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My hands are still tired today.
I had the gas boiler service repair man yesterday.
The boiler cupboard had to be cleared out of a lot of very heavy stuff so the gas man could access it. I had nowhere to put it so it ended up outside on my large wooden swing.
This knackered my hands.
The The British Gas app and their software was also knackered. Wouldn't let me in saying my password was invalid. Then it wouldn't let me ask to put in a new one, and locked me out. And their no reply texts as well were knackered. It kept sending me hourly reports that the gas man was on his way, but this continued well after the gas boiler man had been and gone.Finally at 6 pm the British Gas texts said "We are very sorry but but the gas service man cannot make it today" ?!?!?
Who serviced my boiler?
Then there is a twist to this tale.
The black wheelie rubbish van came and emptied our wheelies while the gas man was here. They placed a black wheelie outside my bungalow. Then suddenly there were huge gusts of winds, and the black wheelie went head over heels to freedom down the road. Oh no. So, I told the gas man who had his head in my boiler that I was going to rescue the wheelie. I manage to grab the wheelie. But the gas service man came out of my house at that point and lowered his mask so I could lipread, and said he was done and I would get a report in the post from British Gas. Jumped in his van and left. And I am thinking but he hasn't done this and that, what they normally do for the service, and he has been here less than 20 minutes. And then I thought OMG I have left him unattended in my bungalow (I never do that). So I checked credit cards and my devices and everything seems present and correct.
But that is not the end of the story.
As I said above, British Gas kept sending me no reply texts for the next 6 hours that my gas service engineer was still on his way and would be with me soon, and finally the last text was around 6pm saying they were sorry but he could not make it today!?!
So that was me very anxious.
Then I could see someone banging on my door (I cannot hear anyone banging anyway). I don't answer strangers at my door, but they were insistent.
So I went to the side gate, and it was the wife of my horrid neighbour next door (she is not nice either). "You've got my wheelie" she said crossly. So, I am puzzled. Go and find the wheelie I brought in, and she is right. It is not my wheelie.
So, I bring it back out, and explain to her, the bin men left it outside my gate, and I had seen the huge gusts of wind blow it away immediately the bin men left, so I had gone racing down the road after it, and brought it in. Stony face looks at me, "You've got my wheelie" she demands again. (Oh for crying out loud, a thankyou would've been nice, after all I did rescue her wheelie from sudden death from passing lorries on the main road.) She didn't believe my story and thought I had stolen her wheelie. She wouldn't give me my wheelie until she had her wheelie in her grasping hands.
I came in, made a cuppa, and collapsed on the couch...
This morning my hands are still very tired. This is best I can do.
A bunch of digital flowers painted in Procreate...
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