This fine night, I am sitting sipping mead in the spare room, listening to the fine sounds of Aqueduct. I won't have this luxury for the next week or so, since we will actually have guests in our guest bedroom. For a change. Devon & Robert are coming to stay.
I don't know Robert, but I'm sure if Devon has taken a shine to the lad, he's bound to be a fine chap.
The saga of the boiler from hell continues. It's newest ailment is an odd one. It will now let the pilot light catch, but it won't actually set the rest aflame. Bloody annoying, let me tell you. Words are going to be had, it's been going on for far too long.
Mmm. I'm savouring this mead. It was the last of the bottle, and tastes a little stronger for it. Delightful.
Anyway, I'm off to bed. From tomorrow, Lori and I are onto EARLY mornings. I'm working overtime in the mornings this week, as things are a little tight for us right now, so I start at 7. Lori catches her train at 6.15. It's going to be a tired house this week.
I hope I'm not too much of a grumpy sod to my visitors. Apologies in advance.