Its been another fun packed start to the day here at the Technogran household, kicking off as it did with the dawn chorus waking me from my slumber at 05.30am, so I took advantage of the situation, stripped my bed, washed the bedding and then noting the clear blue skies and gentle breeze outside I saved my tumble drier from eating into my electricity bill and hung them out on the line to dry. Hmm, so far, so good. K eventually emerged from her hidey-hole in the box room, where she asked me what time I had been in the shower (for her diary in which every little incident gets recorded and which goes some way to explaining why I always have to buy her a huge page to a day one.)
Eventually showered and dressed, she stood in her bedroom (the aforementioned box room that has to suffice as her bedroom) talking to the door. The door declined to reply hence the main reason why she was talking to it, no arguments. I had breakfast (K doesn’t eat breakfast, she insists that she is not a breakfast person, but soon compensates for missing out breakfast by spending the rest of the day after 10.00am constantly eating)
“Who are you talking to?” I enquired as I manoeuvred myself down the stairs with the bedding in the basket ready for hanging outside.
“The door of course!” came the reply as if I had asked a stupid question. Eventually she left for day care, and I busied myself with making my bed and other exciting jobs around the flat. Some time later I went outside to check on the washing. Hmm, that’s strange I thought, why is there some yellow ‘sticker tape’ pasted to the next door downstairs flat? Because we have never ever seen hair nor head of anyone who currently resides in there, I knew I was fairly safe to wander over and take a closer look in order to read what was on the sticker tape.
Plastered across the sticker in large letters it said DANGER. GAS SERVICE OVERDUE. Cripes ! Now owing to the proximity of this flat (next door to us) this is guaranteed to cause this blog author a sleepless night as she tosses and turns waiting for the impending gas explosion to occur! Whose brilliant idea is this to plaster these warning stickers all over the door in order to bring to the attention of the current resident that their boiler needs servicing? Wouldn’t a simple note in large red letters pushed through the letterbox have sufficed?
And here is the dilemma. We have never seen anyone enter or exit that flat since some curtains and blinds appeared after the flat became vacant. What if there is actually no-one there? Will the Gas servicemen leave them there to haunt me forever so that I can’t get to sleep in case we are suddenly catapulted though the roof? Or will they eventually break in with a hammer and chisel (or whatever they have to hand at the time.)
Besides which, as this resident has never to my knowledge set foot outside since moving in, not even for a breath of fresh air, they are hardly likely to notice any of this stuck on their door are they? So to sum up my day so far, its been a day of doors, beginning with daughters earnest conversation with her door, followed by next doors sticker taped DANGER door. And its only dinner time! Hmm, I’d better keep my beady eyes peeled for any more door activity for the rest of the day!
TG (close the door on your way out please. )