Wanted, one Owl....

...They dined on mince, and slices of quince,
Which they ate with a runcible spoon;
And hand in hand, on the edge of the sand,
They danced by the light of the moon,
The moon,
The moon,
They danced by the light of the moon....

I have been waiting for two hours and fortyfive minutes for the electrician to show up and fix the gubbins that make my boiler work.... The boiler which has been broken since the Summer holidays. It is getting quite chilly in the stone cottage!