I got through to the Lettings Co at 10ish to complain about the boiler and they said they'd get on it. Around 12ish my dad called to let me know he was arriving in Leicester around 4ish. Unfortunately this meant I had no time to get food in or clean the place up a little more. I also didn't even managed to get the heating on, and as I drove down to pick dad up at around 4:30 I got a phonecall telling me that the Letting lot had got the boiler man to pop down around 5ish to show me how to work the boiler.
Taking dad to the flat, getting him and listening to him saying how the place looked so rundown as we unpacked I decided to show him the boiler. On my first try I managed to get the thing lit. Dad tried as well and it worked. Then we tried several times as we waited until 6:15pm Mr Pattel and his silent assistantant, pair of Asian handymen who as far as I could tell had no id or whatever and thus strike me as the local Delboy and Rodney, knocked on the door. They came around and subsequently completely failed to turn the boiler on or let me show them where I was going wrong. In fact they took it to pieces and then finally got it working.
After that it was a trip to Asda to buy a spare duvet and some necessaries like coffee, tea, cheese and crackers and so forth and a hearty stake dinner down the pub before we went back to the gaff and Dad nodded off in the armchair.
3 comments:
In case of confusion, you steak a cow, whilst you stake a vampire. The other way round just makes a mess.
Er... well spotted. Mare - where were you in my moment of need? Certainly not steaking out my blog?
I chose to ignore it due to lack of red pen!
On the plus side you've been very good with the where,were and we're....
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