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Gas & adjectives
Apr. 26th, 2008 02:49 pmSo, yesterday. Yesterday, I rashly decided to wash the front windows because summer's dry, landlocked north winds have swung around to the oceanic south for the colder months and so my front windows have been crusted with sea salt and mist and turned opaque.
While washing the windows, I thought I could smell gas, so I stopped and sniffed the air. Nothing. I started to wash the windows again; I thought I could smell gas, so I stopped. And so on. After a while, I decided I was getting paranoid, so I went inside for lunch, and then came out to see (or smell) if the gas was still there.
It was. Just a scent, wafting on the wind, but definitely gas and definitely coming from my gas meter. And that wasn't good.
Something else that wasn't good: yesterday was a public holiday.
I rang the gas board and they sent their plumber around. It started to drizzle while I was waiting for him. We stood in the rain looking at the gas meter and he said apologetically, "There's your leak right there. I've got to turn this off, love. You'll need to get your own plumber to come and change that pipe for you. You'll be lucky on a public holiday. What have you got on the gas?"
"Water, heating, stove top," I said, imagining an unenticing chilly evening followed by a cold morning shower.
"Ah, well, try one of the twenty-four hour emergency plumbers, they'll probably come out. Of course, if the leak goes right down, they won't be able to fix it without digging up the path. Or the house even. It's the old pipes, love. They don't use this sort of pipe anymore. These old houses, they're full of them."
And with that cheery news, he was gone.
Anyway, to cut a boring story short, I rang a friend who's a builder and he rang a friend of his who's a plumber and he (the plumber) came around and found that he needed to change a thirty centimetre length of pipe, which only required a little bit of digging at the side of the path. And he told me that I'd have to move one of the downpipes to stop water dripping onto the gas meter from the roof.
So basically, yesterday cost me whatever the public holiday rate of a plumber is plus whatever it costs to have someone move a downpipe, but I'm weighing that against the cost of digging up part of the house. I think I've come out on top.
All that aside, if I wanted to turn my first name into an adjective ending in -ic (and I do), what would it be?
[Poll #1177820]
While washing the windows, I thought I could smell gas, so I stopped and sniffed the air. Nothing. I started to wash the windows again; I thought I could smell gas, so I stopped. And so on. After a while, I decided I was getting paranoid, so I went inside for lunch, and then came out to see (or smell) if the gas was still there.
It was. Just a scent, wafting on the wind, but definitely gas and definitely coming from my gas meter. And that wasn't good.
Something else that wasn't good: yesterday was a public holiday.
I rang the gas board and they sent their plumber around. It started to drizzle while I was waiting for him. We stood in the rain looking at the gas meter and he said apologetically, "There's your leak right there. I've got to turn this off, love. You'll need to get your own plumber to come and change that pipe for you. You'll be lucky on a public holiday. What have you got on the gas?"
"Water, heating, stove top," I said, imagining an unenticing chilly evening followed by a cold morning shower.
"Ah, well, try one of the twenty-four hour emergency plumbers, they'll probably come out. Of course, if the leak goes right down, they won't be able to fix it without digging up the path. Or the house even. It's the old pipes, love. They don't use this sort of pipe anymore. These old houses, they're full of them."
And with that cheery news, he was gone.
Anyway, to cut a boring story short, I rang a friend who's a builder and he rang a friend of his who's a plumber and he (the plumber) came around and found that he needed to change a thirty centimetre length of pipe, which only required a little bit of digging at the side of the path. And he told me that I'd have to move one of the downpipes to stop water dripping onto the gas meter from the roof.
So basically, yesterday cost me whatever the public holiday rate of a plumber is plus whatever it costs to have someone move a downpipe, but I'm weighing that against the cost of digging up part of the house. I think I've come out on top.
All that aside, if I wanted to turn my first name into an adjective ending in -ic (and I do), what would it be?
[Poll #1177820]