It’s a bright morning. I’ve
got one eye open for our gardener. She’s not been yet this week &, to me,
it looks as good a day as she’ll get this week.
Yesterday we didn’t get
out. Instead the man came to service our central heating boiler & gas fire.
We arranged his visit at the beginning of September. It’s taken until now for
him to finally get here. He always does a thorough job but the long wait got to
us. Next year we will maybe try to find someone else, someone less busy.
Admittedly I suspect he would have been straight round if we’d said the equipment
was misbehaving & we were cold, without heating or hot water. Anyhow we’ll
decide next year.
The plumber who came part
owns a wine shop. His enthusiasm for wine is great. It may be something to do
with his Spanish heritage - his parents are Spanish. Certainly we both smiled
when we heard the pop of the cork coming out of the bottle the Fox was
decanting in the kitchen ready for dinner. It’s always nice to find another
wine lover.
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