Wearing Well

My socialising has reached new heights this week; champagne cocktails at lunch time, supper parties with school friends and today a 'ladies' who coffee' morning with friends met at the school gates about 28 years ago. We only meet three times a year on our birthdays, so there is much to catch up on.

The hostess today is a well known artist and illustrator and her home is a gallery of objets d'art, so I was more than delighted to notice this cushion I made for her about 18 years ago still on display, although I have a sneaky feeling she only brings it out of a cupboard when I come.

I arrived home to find his Lordship pacing the house like an angry bull ( but without the nose ring) while waiting for a delayed plumber to fix a radiator leak. It appeared he had not been able to have his lunch at the prescribed time and that coupled with the fact that he hadn't been able to get out, was causing him to rattle his cage somewhat.

What caused us both to rattle our cages later was the news that in order for our boiler not to be condemned at its imminent one year service, we have to have an extra flu inspection opening cut in the ceiling and a CO2 box installed.

Why can the gas board change the goal posts like this retrospectively and expect us to conform or have no heating or hot water?

There was a time several years ago when our fitting a new gas stove in a Victorian House where the draughts through the floor boards could raise the carpet, meant we had to have a vent put in at floor level beside the fireplace.
Thereafter a magazine judiciously place on top of the vent with a wastepaper basket solved the problem of extra draughts.

Sometime you wonder..