We have someone in to fix our boiler.
Mum just hurried upstairs and hissed in a panicked way, "He's going to check the radiators!" Imagine someone delivering the line "He's got a gun!" in a whisper.
Followed by, "I don't know if he means every room but for God's sake go and pull your quilt across!"
This is because I've had to sleep downstairs the last few nights as my coughing keeps Mum awake. I go to sleep until woken up by coughing, then head down to the living room where she's laid out the sofa cushions on the floor for me with sheets and blanket. I haven't technically made my bed today because, well I just didn't. I was only in it for about an hour and anyway it's a single duvet.
And to think a man she will never see again might have to come into my bedroom and SEE THAT!!!!!
I have whisked the duvet across the mattress so as not to cause any moral distress to the gasman. I'm also about to go and feed Diz, which will make the hall smell of catfood. Something that terrifies Mum, in case someone comes to visit at the exact same time. Tough. The boy has a routine and the gasman is being paid. It's not like I'm smearing myself with excrement and dancing naked in front of him.
I'm bound to be in trouble when he leaves though.
She'll need someone to take it out on - she went for a friend of a friend to do the last lot of repairs and it's ended up costing a lot more in the long run.
ETA He's just performing his terrifying check. As he came into the room Mum said, "Sorry, our daughter's moved in with us, so we've got all her junk in here."
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