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My boiler's had intermittent problems for a while. I posted in Praising about Boiler Repair Dude's prowess in taking one look and knowing what the problem is immediately.
He came round to fix the actual problem today. Told me about his first call.
First call of the day is the sort where you know the place. This is because they keep calling you out. Every little thing, imagined or otherwise, and usually the former.
BRD had just had his van serviced, and upon arriving at the house, realised that the option of parking on their paved driveway wasn't really a good one for proper customer relations. He'd just collected his van from a service and knew there'd be a drop or two of oil here or there. Where their driveway hits the road is pretty much a convergence where two others arrive, this being a corner of a cul-de-sac. He took a little time and looked at the placement of his vehicle, and managed to park on the road so that everyone could get out of their driveways.
All the while he could feel an oppressive gaze peering down at him from twitching curtains on the top floor of the house. He's been before. The lady of the house is never seen, but her presence and voice have left a mark on all aspects of her domicile.
The husband is a remote-controlled creature. He has to change his slippers for different rooms of the house. Every so often, he'd react slavishly to the cry of, "Henry? Could I have a word?" in imperious tones.
BRD got to work on 'a funny noise'. About the point of going, "Aha!", there came a clarion cry.
"Henry? Could I have a word?"
Husband changed his slippers and departed. He came back some moments later. "My wife says that your van is blocking the driveways of both our neighbours. Could you move it onto our driveway, please?"
"But..."
"My wife insists."
BRD took a while wiping the grin off his face when recalling how he dutifully did as requested. Back to the work in hand. Roughly three minutes later, "Henry? Could I have a word?"
Off went Henry, changing his slippers as he went. He came back at a run, or as fast as his slippers would carry him. Another change into outdoor footwear took place, and BRD watch with amusement as he hurriedly began to place old newspapers underneath BRD's van.
The noise in the works had been solved with a little grease on the fan motor, and Henry, fresh from his exertions, bounded back - changing his footwear in the process.
"There you go," BRD said. "Quiet as whatever."
"Er, but what about this valve here?" Henry asked, beginning to point.
"Don't imagine problems that haven't happened yet," BRD advised kindly, walking out hoping to never return.
Rapscallion
My boiler's had intermittent problems for a while. I posted in Praising about Boiler Repair Dude's prowess in taking one look and knowing what the problem is immediately.
He came round to fix the actual problem today. Told me about his first call.
First call of the day is the sort where you know the place. This is because they keep calling you out. Every little thing, imagined or otherwise, and usually the former.
BRD had just had his van serviced, and upon arriving at the house, realised that the option of parking on their paved driveway wasn't really a good one for proper customer relations. He'd just collected his van from a service and knew there'd be a drop or two of oil here or there. Where their driveway hits the road is pretty much a convergence where two others arrive, this being a corner of a cul-de-sac. He took a little time and looked at the placement of his vehicle, and managed to park on the road so that everyone could get out of their driveways.
All the while he could feel an oppressive gaze peering down at him from twitching curtains on the top floor of the house. He's been before. The lady of the house is never seen, but her presence and voice have left a mark on all aspects of her domicile.
The husband is a remote-controlled creature. He has to change his slippers for different rooms of the house. Every so often, he'd react slavishly to the cry of, "Henry? Could I have a word?" in imperious tones.
BRD got to work on 'a funny noise'. About the point of going, "Aha!", there came a clarion cry.
"Henry? Could I have a word?"
Husband changed his slippers and departed. He came back some moments later. "My wife says that your van is blocking the driveways of both our neighbours. Could you move it onto our driveway, please?"
"But..."
"My wife insists."
BRD took a while wiping the grin off his face when recalling how he dutifully did as requested. Back to the work in hand. Roughly three minutes later, "Henry? Could I have a word?"
Off went Henry, changing his slippers as he went. He came back at a run, or as fast as his slippers would carry him. Another change into outdoor footwear took place, and BRD watch with amusement as he hurriedly began to place old newspapers underneath BRD's van.
The noise in the works had been solved with a little grease on the fan motor, and Henry, fresh from his exertions, bounded back - changing his footwear in the process.
"There you go," BRD said. "Quiet as whatever."
"Er, but what about this valve here?" Henry asked, beginning to point.
"Don't imagine problems that haven't happened yet," BRD advised kindly, walking out hoping to never return.
Rapscallion
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