Nick Jordan

Effortlessly uncool.

Brighton and Gas

I went down to Brighton yesterday afternoon for a friend’s birthday celebration. Mooching around on the sea front and having a couple of beers was very enjoyable, as was the meal itself.

When I got back home there was a card waiting for me that said that there had been a possible gas leak and, because the gas people hadn’t been able to gain entry to the flat they’d switched the gas off. A quick phone call elicited a promise to visit today and sort it out, so here I sit, unable to have a bath (unless I fancy a cold one), waiting for an engineer. Lovely.


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