Shivers

A cold shower before bed; how better to wind up the day and prepare for a good night's sleep?

The Athenaeum Club's boiler is having one of its periodic grumps and I cannot get it do do anything more than waste gas. I suspect that the wind that brought down the tree bough yesterday has also done for the pilot light on the boiler. Normally this wouldn't be a problem: hit the reset button and the whole thing ignores the pre-programmed cycle and relights. There is that reassuring tik-tik-tik of the sparker sparking, followed by the whoof of igniting gas.

Not tonight, me hearties. Oh, no. Just the sound of gas venting outside. Bloody marvellous.That'll be a day off work then awaiting the plumber and only cold showers in the meantime.

The good news of course, is that the old ticker didn't give out when I was hit by the cold spray. I had serious doubts, but it seems that there is life in the old dog yet. Thank God this didn't happen in the winter. Now that would have been fun.

Oh well, brush teeth and to bed, I guess. And I hope that Miss Furtle has warmed up after her run in with a cold shower. A cold shower is one thing; deep frozen duvet quite another.

I have left a note on the table. I can only hope that both colonel_maxim and smokingboot, who is guesting with us, read it when they return from their respective appointments. If I am awoken by cries of horror, I shall have my answer.

Shivers

A cold shower before bed; how better to wind up the day and prepare for a good night's sleep?

The Athenaeum Club's boiler is having one of its periodic grumps and I cannot get it do do anything more than waste gas. I suspect that the wind that brought down the tree bough yesterday has also done for the pilot light on the boiler. Normally this wouldn't be a problem: hit the reset button and the whole thing ignores the pre-programmed cycle and relights. There is that reassuring tik-tik-tik of the sparker sparking, followed by the whoof of igniting gas.

Not tonight, me hearties. Oh, no. Just the sound of gas venting outside. Bloody marvellous.That'll be a day off work then awaiting the plumber and only cold showers in the meantime.

The good news of course, is that the old ticker didn't give out when I was hit by the cold spray. I had serious doubts, but it seems that there is life in the old dog yet. Thank God this didn't happen in the winter. Now that would have been fun.

Oh well, brush teeth and to bed, I guess. And I hope that Miss Furtle has warmed up after her run in with a cold shower. A cold shower is one thing; deep frozen duvet quite another.

I have left a note on the table. I can only hope that both colonel_maxim and smokingboot, who is guesting with us, read it when they return from their respective appointments. If I am awoken by cries of horror, I shall have my answer.

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To think it is no more than two weeks since we were slowly rendering down into puddles of fat in the heat. Now it is clearly autumn. The hottest July on record has been replaced by a very cool August - I'm not complaining, mind.

I'm glad it's not just me. This morning on the radio, Wogan was reading out a letter from someone who thought they might need to speak to their doctor and get their medication checked. He pointed out that he had no memory of late summer or early autumn. He recalls the hot weather very clearly, but there are Christmas lights on the King's Road and Harrod's have opened their Christmas store. Add to this the current weather patterns and the poor sap was suddenly worried that three months had passed and that he had forgotten the lot.

The High Road continues to be a hive of activity, or more precisely a centre of incident. As I noted an entry or so ago, the bough on the tree opposite got twisted off by the wind on Saturday. Last night - or rather sometime early this morning - there was a very loud crump as a car hit something directly outside the Athenaeum Club. I was barely awake and drifted off again almost immediately, and Elle reckons that it couldn't be seen from the bedroom window, so it must have been directly outside.

Exiting the place this morning, I find a very crumpled car on a trailer in Athenaeum Road, plus swathes of broken glass and shattered bumpers (fenders) on the High Road and the pavement thereto. No sign of whatever the car hit, though.

They say things come in threes.

I'm not sure I want to know what the next thing will be; they are creeping closer from across the street and getting more violent.

(no subject)

To think it is no more than two weeks since we were slowly rendering down into puddles of fat in the heat. Now it is clearly autumn. The hottest July on record has been replaced by a very cool August - I'm not complaining, mind.

I'm glad it's not just me. This morning on the radio, Wogan was reading out a letter from someone who thought they might need to speak to their doctor and get their medication checked. He pointed out that he had no memory of late summer or early autumn. He recalls the hot weather very clearly, but there are Christmas lights on the King's Road and Harrod's have opened their Christmas store. Add to this the current weather patterns and the poor sap was suddenly worried that three months had passed and that he had forgotten the lot.

The High Road continues to be a hive of activity, or more precisely a centre of incident. As I noted an entry or so ago, the bough on the tree opposite got twisted off by the wind on Saturday. Last night - or rather sometime early this morning - there was a very loud crump as a car hit something directly outside the Athenaeum Club. I was barely awake and drifted off again almost immediately, and Elle reckons that it couldn't be seen from the bedroom window, so it must have been directly outside.

Exiting the place this morning, I find a very crumpled car on a trailer in Athenaeum Road, plus swathes of broken glass and shattered bumpers (fenders) on the High Road and the pavement thereto. No sign of whatever the car hit, though.

They say things come in threes.

I'm not sure I want to know what the next thing will be; they are creeping closer from across the street and getting more violent.

Reload

Unlike the last picture I posted up because I thought it was funny, and got torpedoed by political correctness, I do not anticipate similar problems with this one.

That said, if there are any PC overtones, for once I am willing to kick back and listen. The reasoning will enthrall me, if not the logic.

Reload

Unlike the last picture I posted up because I thought it was funny, and got torpedoed by political correctness, I do not anticipate similar problems with this one.

That said, if there are any PC overtones, for once I am willing to kick back and listen. The reasoning will enthrall me, if not the logic.

Right....

I have made a list and so far it contains:

jfs
fencingsculptor
romney and
rumfuddle

That is all.

Right....

I have made a list and so far it contains:

jfs
fencingsculptor
romney and
rumfuddle

That is all.