Essays and Cars and Gas Leaks Oh My!

[athersgeo]

Thank God it's nearly midnight and this day is almost over. It's been...ah, interesting.

I got up this morning, went downstairs and walked into a rather overpowering wall of gas. Now, I've been saying for MONTHS there's a gas leak in our cupboard under the stairs. But, seeing as neither parent can smell it (they're smokers so they have virtually no sense of smell - which I have pointed out to them), nothing's been done. Today, I was insistant. And the bother backed me up (when he appeared to drop off his laundry!), so the gas board was duly called and...we now have a small hole in our front garden where they had to dig it up because...yup, there was a ruddy big gas leak on the pipeline into the house.

*headdesk*

Perhaps I am fated to be Cassandra: Prophesying true and yet never believed. And seeing as both parents are smokers (as already mentioned), this was a tad more worrying than when they spent three years disbelieving me about the fact that the TV was buggered.

While all that was being fixed up, I toddled off to Brunel Ford to see what they had in my price range. Turns out, they have one (!) but it had only just come in on a part exchange deal at one of their other locations so I can't do anything more about it until Wednesday.

Then I came home and spent the rest of the day pissing off the cats by daring to sit on my own sofa and attempt to write my latest OU TMA. This time, I'm BSing about counter culture in the 1960s (specifically in religion, music and science) and I have a 2000 word limit. I've so far managed two out of three topics, but science is a bugger (though more manageable than art or history [heck, the text book didn't INCLUDE any freaking 'history' content, it was just a load of mindless and meaningless waffle that contained such gems as "If the sixties hadn't happened then we wouldn't need to explain them."]) and I'm not sure I'm actually answering the question. (I know. I've said it before and found out I've been wrong; this essay's worth 20% of my mark, so sods law states this will be the one that I really do bugger up...)

I'm hoping a new day will give me fresh inspiration.

Comments

[b-liz.livejournal.com]

glad you managed to get the gas leak sorted before you all died in your sleep or an explosion. When we moved in to our house, the first day the windows had all be left ajar, we left some stuff, shut all the windows and slept in our old flat, the second day, when I opened the front door got hit by a smell of gas.

Glad you've got a potential car and *hugs* for the essay.

[athersgeo.livejournal.com]

Ouch - not a fun thing to find about a new place. Though better second day than later, I guess.

*hugs back*

[cmar-wingnut.livejournal.com]

Good thing your nose is in good working order. One more way smoking is bad for your health.

My cats have occasionally managed to turn on the gas on my stove by knocking into the dials - this makes me nervous...

"If the sixties hadn't happened then we wouldn't need to explain them." - Thank god for higher education.

[athersgeo.livejournal.com]

There was a whole paragraph in that tone - I can't remember the precise wording but it went something like: "We need to find an explanation for the sixties. If this sixties had happened differently then we would need to find a different explanation. If the sixties didn't happen at all then we wouldn't need to explain them." Truly brainrotting stuff.

I don't blame you for being worried by your cats - that is disconcerting to say the least.