Boilers and Sheep

Yes indeed I am back in the country seat. All fresh air and sheep.

Today I am mostly in the Lake District, tending the errant central heating boiler of the mu-mu land (they're justified and theyr'e ancient). Well actually waiting for the central heating shepherd to come and tend it as I have no scooby doo why it has decided not to perform it's simple task of igniting a highly flamable substance and thence warming the household. I mean it's not rocket science is it.... for as, dear readers, we already know that that would involve steering and advanced telemetry.

Ah that tantilising wait for the gasman. Will he arrive? Will he tend the boiler like an old boiler tender or will he suck his teeth and scratch his chin, commenting ruefully on the way it was fitted. It's all a bit too much tension.

Still the birds are chirping and the sun is shining and the daffodils are doing what they're meant to in the breeze.

Also, my client is being very unhelpful today. I do wish they would see sense. Hah bumbug.

Hark a van could it be.....