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my pilot light
Does anybody know why my pilot light keeps going out?
I wouldn't mind but I have been using my heating all year round with no problems at all and now that the weather is daaangerously cold, the pilot light keeps going out and I have to go downstairs, climb on a chair and doing pushing and clicking things to my boiler to start it up again.
At least it is in my kitchen, unlike the one i had in London which served a whole house and was therefore housed in a shed in the garden. Every time the wind blew a bit the pilot light went out and it was the scariest thing ever to relight as it was a huge great thing and necessitated sticking your arm in to light it manually. horrors!
Being in the nearest flat it was my job to do it. It was on the other side of my bedroom wall and i kept thinking it would blow up one day in middle of the night.
Mind you, I also spent every night thinking i was on a couchette because there was a railway line at the bottom of the garden. That was another nightmare. Especially the day that I had to go walking on the track looking for my missing cat and then another one fell down the wall and I had to get the police to rescue him, it's ok he's fine now, I've just had a chat with him in the kitchen and anyway we moved and we live in yorkshire now, no the other cat didn't turn up, well there are 8 in the house at this hour of the night and i have spoken to the neighbour without a cat flap because if he goes in her house he wees and i have said not to worry because Bert is welcome to kip in mine as i don't care if he wees because i am the only human here and it's all part of my freedom life to make antihumansocial decisions.
I think it's time to go to bed. I have got to get up early tomorrow to go and open the office door to people coming to a meeting and cut the sandwiches in half. They will all have dodgy tummies anyway because they mostly overate at the indian restaurant last night and anyway the sandwiches are very old as they were bought from M&S yesterday, which means they would have been made the night before and we aren't serving them until lunchtime today (or tomorrow if the day starts after i have been to sleep).
I set the waiter off in the restaurant. He was 'a bit of a one' because he was the owner's son (she is on holiday in India and he is therefore running it on his own in her absence and quite pleased about it). I made a drama because masala dhosa is on the menu but never actually available when i try to order it. Even though i rang at the beginning of the week to check it would be. He ended up getting it made for me anyway (he said he felt inspired by my enthusiasm) and it all got quite jolly. He ended up telling the whole group of us all about what he managed to sneak through customs after his trip to India in terms of bootleg CDs and DVDs. This was particularly amusing as the group of people are all forensic scientists and Crime Scene managers working for the police etc. The magistrate sitting opposite me had an 'I am not hearing any of this' face on. We heard all about his brother's wedding in India and the jollity of shooting guns in the air - something to do with testosterone release or something he said.
He was interested to hear about my learning Hindi and we could have talked all night but you know, inappropriate moments etc. Think I will have to drop him a line. I took everybody's leftovers home in a doggy bag. I've just had some peshwari nan to cushion the headache pills. Well the bloke in the chemist did say it was important to eat something when taking them (as I was buying my regular bumper pack the other day).
You may think I am just aimlessly waffling but I think it verges on kerouacinesque myself.
I bet Nigel (that's my colleague under a pseudonymn) wishes he had decided to come with us to the dinner after all... we missed him of course. No, really, we did!
Maisie
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