Ye olde petrol pump of Calne.

What a funny old day....had a lazy start to Sunday courtesy of my late return from London last night and just having to try a wee nip of bourbon I had purchased in Selfridges before bedtime.

After breakie poor Neil got hassled with being on 2nd line on call...seems some people at his place need a lesson on how to trouble shoot. Then our boiler went on the fritz... but thankfully we are covered by British Gas so Lee the engineer was round fairly quickly. Half an hour and one tea with milk and 2 sugars and a new washer type thingy and we were back up and running. Lee will be back on Thursday to put in the right part but we are at least with hot water and heating.

Thought we would go for a quiet pint at the Lansdowne...but footie was on...Chelsea V Liverpool... so quiet wasn't the word.
Went for a wander round Calne and discovered this old petrol pump at the back of the best shop in Calne, Trotmans. They have everything you could possibly need...ever!
Time to chill before work tomorrow.
Toodles