L has an ominous feeling about this repairman. It’s probably the same ominous feeling I have. Normally they email and text us, continually reminding us about the appointment. This time, nothing.
I check their website, we are actually on there, so perhaps we are big unnecessarily ‘ominous’.
I take it all back, he arrives and does the job. We now seem to have hot water and heat, at the same time, until the next time of course.
As L entertains her folks, I’m at the match. Another ridiculous Friday night fixture that no one wants to go to. It results in a rather, lifeless crowd and another defeat. Perhaps next season they might wish to stick to Saturdays? I doubt it.
(Friday 1st March)