This morning was a bit of a chore.
I was waiting for the gasman to arrive so he could do a safety inspection of my meter. I had a morning slot booked, sometime between 8am and midday; a long and boring morning, unless you'd find it inconvenient for them to arrive early.
I've no wisdom on the subject of the gasman, but here's some advice for anyone who's due to do this anytime soon; ignore any quiet knocking on your back door, even if it becomes insistent.
And if you do investigate, never agree to play poker with badgers.
The gasman arrived at 11:59.
Half an hour earlier and I wouldn't be in the hole for three watermelons and a crate of worms.
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