Well, the house is dark, dank and gloomy. My every step echoes through a desolate void. The world is a hard and lonely place*.
Still, Mr WithaY and the American mates are back tomorrow. Hurrah.
The upstairs hot water isn't working, as I discovered when I was taking a shower this morning. Not something you want to find out after you start washing your hair. Past the point of no return, once shampoo is involved.
I spent a jolly half hour on the phone before I left for work, begging the boiler engineery fixey people to come out and fix it. They said "We'll be there on Monday".
I believe my anguished cry could be heard in Gloucester.
I explained** that we have no heating and no hot water, and that I was due a houseful of guests on Friday.
God, the Americans already think we live in the Dark Ages, still coping with rationing, oil lamps and the 3 day week. No central heating and having to wash in the kitchen sink would really put the tin hat on that.
The general consensus at work is that Mr WithaY is texting the boiler from France to encourage it to save on oil.
I was supposed to be driving to Bournemouth airport tomorrow afternoon to pick them all up but have arranged a taxi instead as I need to be here for the boiler man. Gah.
Other news: Was on a training course at work on Monday and Tuesday (hence not being in France with everyone else) which was interesting. In a sad "Not as good as the South of France" kind of way.
Had a cracking guitar lesson on Monday with my gorgeous teacher. I have been left with strict instructions to listen to Metallica's "Nothing Else Matters" so I can learn it. I don't think I've ever heard it. One of my lovely on-line mates told me to learn it months ago, so I will have to get my finger out and get listening.
So. Off to YouTube later.
Yep. Think that's about it for me today.
*Still bored being here on my own.
**I think he picked up how stressed I was at the point where I said "Just leave it, never mind....please. I will find a plumber who can come out today." I think my normally beautifully-modulated voice may have wobbled a little too.