February 23, 2007

  • The Saga Continues…

    Remember my boiler? 


    Well, boilerman #2 came along, and now it doesn’t go out at all.  We resorted to boilerman #2 after boilerman #1 came along, fiddled for 20 minutes, demanded £90 in deposit, and was never seen again, despite myriad phone calls to find out where the hell he was, and myriad assurances that “oh, he’s on his way, he’s nearly there.”  Dad nearly missed seeing Lizzie in the Opera.  We stopped the cheque, and never heard anything again.


    Boilerman #2 has just sent a letter threatening to slap a CCJ on Dad, at my address, if we don’t cough up £90 in the next week. 


    That’ll really do great things for my credit rating.  Thank God I already have a mortgage.  Must do useful things about transferring some of my savings into it.


    And now, I need a cup of tea.  Dad assures me that no way  will there be a CCJ slapped on my surname.  I am not convinced.


    xxx

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