Chasing the sun

Daisy’s room is a bit of a tip at the moment as her bedroom has the boiler in it so she has a pile of (her) junk from the cupboard piled on the bed, including a nice mattress topper old man Joe organised into a bed in the sun. Sensible cat, we are otherwise currently heating the house as if we have won the lottery with fan heaters galore.

I can’t bear to talk through the details of my last two days talking to British Gas on the phone. Suffice to say it has been completely pointless, on Monday morning I shall be starting a new project to find a nice gas engineer and British Gas will have a complaint and invoice from me. I don’t mind the cold house, the cold water is slightly more annoying but the madness of the people on the phones has made me a touch insane.

By mid afternoon I retired to the sofa with red wine and the traitors. Will has bought Joe Lycett’s streamed show we saw recently so we watched that with dinner, just as good the second time, then the football where happily I was barely bothered by the outcome.