Over brekkie I checked
emails. There was one from the power company following my having
given them meter reading a week or so ago. Back in the autumn they
reduced my monthly payments (for gas and electricity) by about
a quarter becuae I was paying far more in the monthly direct debit
than I was actually using. Now they are puttng the amount payable
back up to what it was because my power consumption has gone up.
Every year is the same.
They reduce the bill after the summer and then put it back to what it
was after the winter. Do they really not understand that one of my
major expenses is the heating bill, and I don't heat the house over
the summer?
I spent a little while
securing the services of a toilet-fixer. I had been recommended
someone who'd done good work for a friend before. However the work
he'd done had been heating. Despite the claims on this chap's
website, he maintainted he didn't do bathrooms. Neither did several
others that I contacted.
Why do people have
websites advertising that they fix toilets, and boast that no job is
too small, only to then say that they don't touch chodbins, and
certainly not for anything as trivial as a leak?
I finally got someone who
said he'd tackle my cludgee; he says he will arrive on Monday
afternoon. I had hoped to be asleep on Monday afternoon in readiness
for the night shift, but I suppose in the great scheme of things
getting one's dump-station restored to health must take priority.
I spent much of the day
daydreaming. I've seen an advert for a job I rather fancy. It's doing
the same thing I do now; but on a smaller scale and for a fixed term
contract.
I would be working in a
small hospital; the one I currently work in has nearly three hundred
beds; this one has forty. Thhe only real drawback is that it is a
little way away. It would mean working away from home for extended
periods at the hospital in Jamestown on St Helena. Jamestown
has a population of just over seven hundred; and St Helena has a
total population of just over four thousand. (That's less than a
tenth of the population of Ashford). It's a small island about
ten miles long by five miles wide just south of the Equator in the
Atlantic Ocean. There's noo airport; I'd have to go out with the mail
boat.
Would I really want to
work there? I don't know. If work could give me a year's leave of
absence I'd be seriously tempted... The boss says it's not an
unreasonable request...
After work I didn't come
straight home; I went to Downe House (somewhere near London)
wheere the astro club had been asked (paid) to put on a show
for the punters of English Heritage. We started off with telescopes
in the garden, then brought everyone inside for a presenntation.
The punters seemed happy
enough with what they got. It was only a shame I came home via the
Dartford crossing...
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