Beer and ovens
Posted by boidster on October 15, 2007
Or should that be lack of beer, and knackered oven.
In the past week I have actually managed to keep to my temporary ‘no beer’ rule, bar one pint of Old Speckled Hen with a meal at our local pub when I was ‘allowed’ it. :p Good god that tasted good…
I’m even managing avoiding the temptation of warm beer from the box of Stella in our garage. The saving grace is our old sofa and armchair, along with an amalgamation of junk, blocking a swift scavenging run to said box.
Besides sounding like an alcoholic, it actually isn’t that hard to go without the old tipple. I do miss it of an evening with a film, good food, or on Live, but it’s hardly a life or death thing. Plus I do feel better knowing that should Claire’s labour start in waking hours I’ll at least be completely sober to take up ambulance duties to the hospital.
At least, that’s what I keep telling myself when the Stella calls!
Weekend was good. Watching Leeds Rhinos win the Super League Final and England just about brush off the French was a superb Saturday night.
However, yesterday (Sunday) our oven decided to be a bastard and die on us. So Claire calls out an engineer to get an idea of how much this is going to cost us. It wasn’t heating up, so I thought a new element would cure it. Ooooh no!
Turns out, the bottom of the oven had somehow dropped, knocking some electrical connections, causing a spark and shorting the circuit. The words ‘hazard’ and ‘fire’ were mentioned in some order and as such we now have a gaping hole were the cooker once sat after the guy removed it for us. If you call un-doing four screws and unplugging a standard three pin plug removal! New cooker here we come, just when we really can’t afford it.
But isn’t that always the sodding way!?
