Yesterday, after a near meltdown on my part, Matthew called up the landlord and charmed them into action, hurrah! The British Gas engineer is scheduled to come today, hurrah! (I keep wanting to call the British Gas engineer the BT engineer -- they have nothing to do with each other, so far as I can until, unless British Gas sorts out the BT offices' boilers and BT maintains the British Gas telephones.)
Regardless, functioning central heating will soon be mine!
We made gingerbread cookies last weekend, and because of the moisture hanging in the air (due to the lack of central heating, rather than the fact we live in a 130-year-old house), all the ones we hung from the tree lost their heads. Or rather, they lost their bodies. They were all lovely and crisp when they went up, but the sog set in and, well, it wasn't pretty.
I will make some more after the British Gas people have been and there will be much rejoicing and crunching of crisp gingerbread heads and hanging of gingerbread dancers. I cannot wait!!
Run, run, as fast as you can! You can't catch me, I'm the decapitated gingerbread man!
Posted by: 'Lista | December 21, 2009 at 03:58 AM
don't forget to come round to us (if you're not stuck in waiting for gas man) - we have heating. And our own gingerbread, but less dancer-y (going to try to ice lab coats on them...)
Posted by: alice | December 20, 2009 at 11:40 AM