Ok, who farted?

So, another Friday, and not a jolly good one. Tried to use the key for my desk drawer in my bike lock this morning and bent it beyond repair (the key that is, not the lock). So, the start of the morning involved a search of the office for a key with the same number I could pinch. Ho hum.

But that wasn’t the start of the badness. Oh no. I woke up to my alarm in my usual sleepy state and padded through to the kitchen to grab a quick drink (non-alcoholic) and upon entering said room stopped as my spider sense tingled, alerting me to the fact something was not quite right.

Took me a minute or two, but in the end I realised the room was full of gas. Bollox. So, opening windows ensued along with searching for the source of the noxious gas. Upon further investigation it appears that my oven isn’t switching off completely. Double bollox.

So, I debated turning off the gas, but in the end didn’t bother. Maybe my flat will have blown up by the time I get home. But anyhow, looks like I’ll need to investigate some more at the weekend, but it’s likely I’ll need a new cooker, which will be over a hunner quid for an el-cheapo gas one. Either that, or I bring forward my plans to get the kitchen redone, but that’ll cost several thousand. And with 7 days of work left it’s not the best time to be considering this.

Bollox. (Did I already say that?)

Or … I can leave it till it explodes and get it sorted with the insurance money….