Harumph

Harumph. Someone is coming round my block of flat to check the radiators today. All very well, I guess, a leak would not be good. However, in order to check the radiators they do rather need access, and I happen to have a row of shelving units in front of them. You know this storage problem I have with books? I really am not kidding when I say I don’t have room for any more bookshelves. So I need to empty the shelving units and partly dismantle them.

And to add insult to injury, the check is supposed to happen some time between five and nine tonight, I have to be there to let them in and I am invited to a cognac tasting at six. Bet you they are going to get around to my flat at about ten to nine, unless I go to the tasting anyway, in which case they’ll get to me five minutes after I’ve left my flat.

Music in my head: Mr Jones (Dylan)