There is something contradictory about having plumbers in your house. Firstly, since I’m home schooled they are there all day and although they are upstairs, manage to get in our way, play music I don’t like, and just invade personal privacy (I mean, come on, I didn’t want my bedroom floorboards pulled up)
But, in a way, far outweighing the bad points, there is this wonderful promise of CENTRAL HEATING. I haven’t had central heating in my bedroom for, well, er, maybe 7 or 8 years.
I know, I know, you all had that when you were my age too, but this is different – we’re in the 21st Century, right?
It reminds of the engineer who came to fix my laptop a year ago, and I took him into a room, where the laptop was, and he started working.
After a while, I asked him if he wanted a cup of tea.
“Is it paussible I coold have a leetle heeting?” He wanted to know.
It was then I realised that he’d put his coat back on and his hat, scarf and gloves.
It was a funny moment.
“I’ll get someone to bring the fridge in” I informed him.
Maybe I should have said it with a smile on my face? He might have got the joke then?
But then, it was much more delightful for me to watch the look of incredulous horror on his face….