Gas!!

'Gas he says, I can smell gas', well I respond, wasn't sure myself as I have a impaired sense of smell,' well aren't you going to do something about it' he grumbles 'Don't bother then, we can all just blow up!, won't ask again!'. So I contact those lovely folk from the gas company, whom arrived in due course, to my surprise its a lady engineer, whom not only fixes my leak, but is also a classic car buff, so enjoyable hour or so spent shooting the breeze with her, then finally I got to my bed around midnight.
                        My day off was compromised by my having to go to Tamworth for a useless fire training session, I could not get out of it, even if me and Max had blown up!, but worst still was Kerry the driver, possibly the only person in the world with such an awful sense of direction, and dreadful driving skills, the Sat Nav actually informed her she was going too slow on the motorway!, we naturally got lost, so all came happily home early, and blamed the Sat Nav.
                                                             So got home earlier than expected, and unwrapped my Roman Italic Helmet, my latest pet project, role on the weekend....