Yikes!

After a hilariously disastrous morning of forgetfulness (am I becoming a woman of a certain age?), I had a most pleasant time at the day job.

I rushed home to meet the gas engineer. My hopes were dashed that it would be a tiny thing that he could fix in the blink of an eye. Turns out there’s been a small fire in the boiler that has destroyed a few parts... Thankfully he’s coming back tomorrow with the parts and a mission to get things back up and running. One more night in the igloo.

I should like to be known as Annie of the Arctic.

At least I haven’t lost my sense of humour!