What a higgledy-piggledy day!

My boiler blew its fuse yesterday. It had had enough and said “pop”. I thought, fair enough, we’re all entitled to jack it in at some point in our hardworking lives.

The guys came to fix it this morning, both lovely chaps, one of whom looked like a Wildman of Kathmandu (this probably doesn’t have any credibility but it’s what I thought as soon as I saw him) with an unruly blond mane escaping from under a baseball cap and a full, busy beard to match. He looked like he’d jumped off a Jeep in Jakarta, ready to bolster a boiler in Baldock. I welcomed them both in and made them the good strong tea that workmen like (I gave the Wildman my Tigger mug) and off I went to work, perfectly happy that two handsome gentlemen were doing man-type stuff in my girly little flat.

I got home after work, cheerful that my flat wasn’t as untidy as I thought it might be – more to do with me being in non-housework mode than there being evidence that work had been done. Hot water restored, I washed up my special pot and got ready to make my kick-arse chilli (opening tins is no longer a problem!) but then I discovered my cooker wouldn’t turn on. Crud! I had to have tea, an apple and sandwiches for dinner. I let my landlady know, poor woman must be sick of hearing from me just now, but it’ll be tomorrow before the Return of the Wildman to put it right.

Seems strange that all this stuff is going wrong now. On the week I decide that I’ve almost definitely had enough here the flat decides to give me proper jip: “get out then, see if I care?”

We have an extra body in the office this week and she’s already made a good impression. She bought eight mini pastries and I had three. They were all really delicious. My skin’s not liking it though, it’s really crying out for its 5 a day. Five a week would be lucky at this rate, in carb-override at the moment unfortunately because I’ve got so much to think about. I told a friend I’d move in with her for a while but I also want to move right up the north of Scotland to walk about the Highlands, maybe learn to surf. October still feels like a lifetime away and I’m anxious to get away now, and it feels like I’m definitely going that way.

Comments

[Dozzie]

Did you mean "busy beard" or "bushy beard"? I guess both could apply :)

"Return of the Wildman" sounds like the best film ever!!!! :D

[Crap Biscuit]

i did indeed mean busy. you could practically hear it growing and plotting to take over the whole head...

[boilers]

[das ist gut] tell me about it. my boiler went the other day, i didn't have any wildman of kathmandu running about - i just went and bought a new combi.... maybe i should have called in the kathmandu fella!