Waiting in for the gas engineer to come and do the annual service–the first one–on our heating/hot water boiler. We got a clean bill of health but the guy suggested we install a stay on the flue pipe in the loft and a carbon monoxide detector/alarm on the landing outside the boiler cupboard/airing cupboard.
Other than that I had the thrill of talking with and seeing Graham over the Internet, using Yahoo messenger to make a video call. This is neat. Doesn’t make a non-event day any easier to make interesting, but it’s good to be able to see one another daily during absences, to be sure there’s nothing amiss.
The weather has turned cooler, and this evening there’s a deliciously electric damp rain falling on dry pavement. Dolly has taken it as an excuse to bound about the house, bouncing off the walls, almost. While we both of us made it through the hot spell without much trouble, it’s nice to get a bit of a cool once more. I suspect the heat will return next week.
I forgot to mention that we went to register our vote in the European Elections yesterday. The local polling station is housed in what was an original Pisgah Baptist chapel constructed in timber and clad with corrugated iron sheeting. The two ladies who were overseeing the voters were sitting in the sun outside when we rolled up. I don’t think business had been overly brisk. We’re not having local elections here in Wales this time but, over the border, the English voters have local and county councils to re-elect. Seems that business hasn’t been brisk there either.
I’ve yet to see any official voting attendance figures but it looks as if they’re at an all time low. Fine, it’s not compulsory, but it does mean that a considerable majority of the citizenry have chosen to have no voice. I choose to pay little heed to the political ‘opinions’ of those who do not exercise their right to vote. No, strike that ‘little heed’. Make it ‘no attention’.
Hey ho. Time to go do the kitty tray, stir up Dolly’s supper, and fix my own.
Then, on a day when the gasman came, to TV and, later but not too much later, to bed.
John, I’m with you on the exercise of one’s franchise. From those who don’t bother to vote, I don’t want to hear complaints about the results.
I went to vote for an MEP yesterday – 17 parties to choose from, more than half of which I’d never heard of!
While I’m a voter I can certainly understand the loss of interest in some elections.
An English friend of mine said something nasty today about Scots rulers….
Being able to see Graham must be a delight. Having a cat of Dolly’s carriage bouncing off the walls might possibly be a problem tho. Goodness.
You might enjoy my post, also entitled “The gasman cometh” written a few months ago.
‘The Iceman Cometh’ is a play written by Eugene O’Neill, set in the back room of a seedy bar and running about 4 hours. See http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Iceman_Cometh for more details. My husband (who much prefers movies over stage plays) likes to tell the story of enduring with me an American Film Theater “movie” of the play starring Lee Marvin; it was, to say the least, a very, very long and depressing evening. Betty McDonald, on the other hand, was the author of ‘The Egg and I” and the Mrs. Piggle-Wiggle books, a totally different genre.
I really *must* get a webcam! …but then I’d have to neaten up my humble hovel. Oh, dear, what’s a gurrl to do?
Really happy that you and Graham could have a cyber-window into each other’s lives during the separation.
Hugs from the far side, ~ Sil