Nothing succeeds like a parrot they say and I have managed to succeed with my water, I went for a walk and heard the sound of pneumatic drills, so I crept up on the lesser toiling Britworker and managed to corner one in his natural habitat, the trench.
The other two specimens were of course leaning on the safety rail less hard hats, ear defenders and steel toed boots watching.
I approached the entrenched digger and asked “are you from the water company?”, I had seen the van with ‘water’ and blue wavy lines on it, but you can’t take chances with the Britworker.
“Yep” he said, “are you fixing a leak” I asked with fluttering heart, “yep” said he, my spirit soared, “is it fixed” I asked with mouth agog in admiration, “yep” said he again.
So I asked him why it had taken so long to fix said leak, “we don’t work weekends” he said, “the emergency crew take care of weekends” he added, “and they put a temporary patch on the leak”, “is that why the pressure was low” I asked, “yep” he said in confirmation.
Ecstacy!! I thanked the entrenched one, the other two looked at me as if I had just given them an extra tea break, and I strolled home with a spring in my step.
Once indoors I turned on the hot tap with trepidation and behold! Hot water issued forth, and then I dashed upstairs and turned on the shower, magic! More hot water came from the human car wash.
I am now about to indulge myself with a hot shower, and will be out of internet range for a while, all is well once more in the Angus household, even the RFBT is happy.
And not a bleedin Frenchman in sight.
Angus
