A couple of nights ago, while Hubby was still away sailing, the Young Fella and I were awoken at 11pm by a loud knocking on the front door and ringing of our doorbell. Gave us quite a start! Leaned out of an upstairs window rather than open the front door to goodness knows who or what and found a friendly Emergency Gas Man there.
Apparently there is a gas leak in the street close to our house and he needed to come in and check with his special sensor that it wasn't backing up into our house and being a danger. Thankfully we are fine, but they have left a manhole cover askew in the street to give any build up a way out and will return to dig the road and pavements up soon.......deep joy! The weeds have sprung up too. Need to sort those!
This is my feet on my front step looking at the new array of red and yellow paint on the pavement showing them the lines of the pipes lurking beneath. And for those of you who are old enough to remember Flanders and Swann (of whom I am a huge fan), have a flashback to their glorious witty song The Gas Man Cometh:
I have to look up the song as I don't remember it. A bit scary having visitors so late but it was worth the visit because of the danger that could have been very dangerous for you. I hope they fixed the matter quicly.
I remember the song. What an interesting story. I get it. If the neighbours saw a strange man entering your house while hubby was away, you can tell him it was the gas man.
I remember Flanders & Swan but not that song. Well quite a scary night for you…..but it sounds like the gas man was in the ball & they are onto the problem, could have been so much worse!
Ian