over two days i have received two phone calls. all the phone callls told me about death. 1 the hamster died. 2 the goldfish died. 3 the TV died. the thing that concerned me the most was that it was the dearth of the TV which caused the most worry and concern in our house. what have we become?
I started this year thinking about where I was and what I was going to do. I saw myself on a sliding scale. At one end was Homer and on the other end Moby. Homer is an overweight, bald Dad. Moby is a fairly succesful, bald musician. I would like to be more Moby than Homer and so at the beginning of the year I set off on my journey. As i look back I wonder whether i am any closer to Moby than Homer, I suppose I am but there have been many cold cups of tea along the way. Perhaps i’ll tell you about them one day.
so the greatest band in the world are to play a gig – the cardiacs – and i have been so looking forward to it. they only play about once a year. anyway the day they are playing is the first day of the youthwork conference which i need to attend for work. what a bummer. talk about cold tea, this is cold dinner and everything else that could possibly go cold. pants
good. that will be helpful. but here in the post is a contract, not cancelled. well done British Gas.
time to put the kettle on
so i hear a dripping noise from the kitchen and assume a tap has been left on, so off i go to investigate and i find the central heating boiler leaking. the whole thing is broken and so either we sort out a new boiler or we freeze this winter, tough choice.
only British Gas want to charge us £27 for going onto a scheme where they come out and repair your heating, however online they say it only costs £14.50. seems like my tea’s gone cold again.