Alright, I admit it. I am just a little bit frightened of gas. This is probably because I have never had it before - for the last twenty odd years my heating and cooking have been done with oil and before that with electricity. So, when a fortnight ago my gas central heating boiler began to switch itself off at will and the blue light began to flash on and off, I began to panic a little, although pressing the reset button brought it back on again.
This morning the chap came to service the boiler and to reassure me that there is nothing to be scared of with gas. Having just come in and found the bungalow warm and cosy and the heating chugging along nicely, I feel much better about things.
Too late to go to my usual Strugglers meeting, I decided to go and do a bit of shopping before our trip out tomorrow. A friend rang and together we went out for a bit of lunch at the Golf Club. As usual it was delicious. She had mince with herby dumplings and nice veg andI had my usual Taste Platter (deep friend salmon goujons, camembert, mushrooms, onion rings and chicken - all served with chips and salad. A glass of soda and lime before and coffee afterwards - and friend G lent me four good books to read, so I have come home replete in all senses of the word.
Twice round the block with Tess, now I shall feed her and then watch Antiques Road Trip. More about the books I have borrowed another day.