Like Buses

As regular readers will know, we have been waiting for a while to have our boiler resuscitated; I have not mentioned the leaking kitchen tap, but a part for that was ordered a week or so ago.

“Would it be OK for me to come in about fifteen minutes?” Richard of Kitchen Makers asked in a telephone call this morning. This was followed by Ronan of Tom Sutton Heating with a similar question.

Naturally I welcomed both gentlemen. When Richard parked his bus on the front drive, I realised that it would be a tight squeeze for Ronan’s similar vehicle. Richard had to propel himself forward, allowing Ronan, a few minutes later, to reverse in.

Why buses? This is a reference to our pithy adage “you wait ages for a bus and then two come along at once.”

Unfortunately the Kitchen Makers expert had been sent the wrong parts.

Nevertheless he temporarily sealed a steady leak. 

When Jackie offered coffee, he pointed out that we had no water because he had turned it off.

While Richard worked on the tap, Ronan could be seen through into

the utility room fixing the boiler.

At twilight we drove to Otter Nursery for various purchases, and by dusk had moved on to Milford on Sea where we admired 

the Christmas lights;

shop windows:

knitted snowmen on bollards, and robins on letter box.

Along the coast, a walker took in the remains of sunset.

This evening we dined on succulent roast pork; crisp roast potatoes, some, softer, ones which were sweet; crunchy carrots; firm Brussels sprouts; and tasty gravy, with which I drank more of the Douro, and Flo and Dillon drank fruit cordial. Ellie happy kept a smile on proceedings.