Today, Wednesday 18 June 2008, I asked Richard what a Blog was. He suggested that, if I wanted to know what a blog was, the best way was to create a blog of my own.
Welcome to my new Web Log. I shall be adding to this over the next few months so: Watch this space!
Today I wrote a letter to Seimanns in Nottingham asking for financial recompense for my abortive trip to Hunstantan, to see their gasman, who was supposed to be changing my meter and who had not been instructed to bring a new meter with him. For futher details, please see my entry for Wednesday 18 June.
Monday morning the gas man came to call. Actually, it wasn't quite like that. A month ago, I was informed that it had become law to change the gas meter once every ten years. So on this particular Monday I had to go all the way to Hunstanton (90 miles away) to let the gas man in so that he could turn the gas off and change the meter. When I got there he turned around and said: "Yes that's it, but I haven't got a meter. It will have to be rescheduled."
Well, I am not going there again! Blow them!
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'Twas on a Monday morning the gas man came to call.
The gas tap wouldn't turn - I wasn't getting gas at all.
He tore out all the skirting boards to try and find the main
And I had to call a carpenter to put them back again.
Oh, it all makes work for the working man to do.
'Twas on a Tuesday morning the carpenter came round.
He hammered and he chiselled and he said:
"Look what I've found: your joists are full of dry rot
But I'll put them all to rights".
Then he nailed right through a cable and out went all the lights!
Oh, it all makes work for the working man to do.
'Twas on a Wednesday morning the electrician came.
He called me Mr. Sanderson, which isn't quite the name.
He couldn't reach the fuse box without standing on the bin
And his foot went through a window so I called the glazier in.
Oh, it all makes work for the working man to do.
'Twas on a Thursday morning the glazier came round
With his blow torch and his putty and his merry glazier's song.
He put another pane in - it took no time at all
But I had to get a painter in to come and paint the wall.
Oh, it all makes work for the working man to do.
'Twas on a Friday morning the painter made a start.
With undercoats and overcoats he painted every part:
Every nook and every cranny - but I found when he was gone
He'd painted over the gas tap and I couldn't turn it on!
Oh, it all makes work for the working man to do.
On Saturday and Sunday they do no work at all;
So 'twas on a Monday morning that the gasman came to call...