The Gas Man
Today I had the gas man come to fit me a room thermostat.
My bungalow never had one when I moved here, and I've always managed without.
Well, the instructions for this bloomin' thing he has fitted might as well be in Chinese for all the sense it makes.
He was a sweetie, and ever so patient, explaining it over and over, but it must have been obvious it wasn't sinking in.
I've forgotten what he called the thing, but it's got no wires and 12 different knobs and things to press!!!
I don't do technology.
He made me promise to sit and read the instructions a few times until the penny dropped, and said to ring him if I was in trouble.
Tomorrow I have the electricity man coming.
My hall light switch has started working sometimes and not others. It's not the light itself, its the wires behind the switch apparently.
Still waiting for the senior surveyor to bring me his new reports and tell me his latest brainwave about the house repairs too!
What an exciting life I lead. . . .