So…
So the oil thing didn’t work. So Scratchy thinks it’s because the line needs bled. Or something. So we’ll ask the oil delivery people if they’ll bleed it tomorrow, when they deliver the oil, because they will deliver oil tomorrow, won’t they? If we call them first thing and explain that we have no heating and a baby, they will make us a priority, won’t they?
So it’s still cold.
So Scratchy has been sent to Argos to buy a room-heater, and we will all be sleeping in one room tonight.
So… that was the plan. But Scratchy just phoned, and the shopping centre with Argos in it is closed. Huh.
So he’s going to try B&Q, which is near the shopping centre, and might be open. Or might not.
Brrr. (Yeah, I know I said that already.)
So if B&Q is closed, we either all sleep in the living-room, where there’s a gas fire (though I don’t know how much gas is left), or… well, or we’re cold.
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Oh no! Thinking warm thoughts at you…
He’s bought a heater at B&Q, though he phoned me to ask if he should get it - he didn’t think it was up to much. We’ll see.
Pass the thermal undies…
How did you survive the night then?
Esther