Finally, a non-computer-related post! It feels like it’s been a while since I’ve just blogged about random stuff happening around me. Apologies to anyone I’ve bored recently!

The gas man came today to have a look at our dead boiler. For those who don’t know, our boiler was condemned a couple of weeks ago after a routine gas check showed that the readings just weren’t good enough. Granted, the boiler is nearly as old as I am, but it has still been an inconvenience not having hot water, as you can imagine. It’s not been too bad, we do have an immersion heater so we can still have the odd shower here and there, but it’s an expensive way of heating water and not exactly convenient.

So, the gas man came today to look at it, to eye up what was needed in terms of a replacement, and to try to figure out how to mount it on the wall. The current boiler has been well and truly made into a part of the house, with all the pipework boxed in and wallpapered over, so to fit a new boiler means we’re going to have to hack the kitchen about a bit just to get to the pipes. Hopefully they’ll manage to avoid cracking any of the tiles in the process, as that’s another job you don’t really want to have to do. I know I personally don’t have to worry about any of this, as it’s the landlord’s responsibility, but then again I would really rather it all went smoothly so I didn’t have to keep letting complete strangers into the house…

Anyway, all this reminded me of a poem I’d found on the internet many years ago, and I thought I’d put it up here. Not sure who wrote it, so if you are the author and you’d like to be credited, do let me know!

‘Twas on the Monday morning, the Gas man came to call.
The gas tap wouldn’t turn – I wasn’t getting gas at all.
He tore out all the skirting boards to try and find the main,
And I had to call the carpenter to put them back again.
Oh, it all makes work for the working men to do.

‘Twas on the Tuesday morning, the Carpenter came round.
He hammered, and he chiselled, and he said “Look what I’ve found:
Your joists are full of dry rot, but I’ll put them all to rights”.
Then he nailed right through a cable and out went all the lights.
Oh, it all makes work for the working men to do.

‘Twas on the Wednesday morning the Electrician came.
He called me ‘Mister Sanderson’, which isn’t quite my name.
He couldn’t reach the fuse box without standing on the bin,
And his boot went thru a window, so I called a glazier in.
Oh, it all makes work for the working men to do.

‘Twas on the Thursday morning the Glazier came round,
With his blowtorch and his putty and his merry glazier sound.
He put another pane in – it took no time at all –
Then I had to get a painter in to come and paint the wall.
Oh, it all makes work for the working men to do.

‘Twas on the Friday morning the Painter made a start.
With undercoats, and overcoats, he painted every part,
Every nook and cranny, but I found when he had gone
He’d painted over the gas tap, and I couldn’t turn it on!
Oh, it all makes work for the working men to do.

On Saturday and Sunday they do no work at all,
So it was on the Monday morning that the Gas man came to call.

Let that be a lesson to us all.

In other news, taking advantage of the good weather we’re having here (unlike the rest of the country), I plan to mow two lawns today – the big lawn at my current house is in desperate need of a trim, and this afternoon I’ll be heading round to the new house to do the garden there too. We’ve also been leant a hedge trimmer so I can tame the bush next to the shed, which has grown so as to block off the garden path, forcing us to use the lawn instead, which isn’t quite what it’s for. So, looks like a busy day ahead for me, enjoying the sunshine in possibly the only place in the country that hasn’t had much rain this week.

Categories: Life

1 Comment

Dad · 23 July 2007 at 11:34 am

I remember that song! I used it as the basis for a song we sang at a farewell party we gave at Upton Vale for David Peacock, our Director of Music at the time. I re-wrote the words in the same style but describing a week in David’s hectic life!
I think the song was originally written and performed by Flanders & Swann in the 1950s. They were a double act like Stilgoe and Skellern.
I’m full of random stuff, as you well know!

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