Ok, what started off as a bad day progressively worsened.. I got to the gate at 7 ish, in the pitch black only to receive a phone call informing me that the boiler had packed in! So after fighting off a pack of vicious hounds I made my way up to the caravan to investigate. When I got there I realised that the dogs had won and I stepped in one of their cleverly placed turds!.. Never mind, it'll wash off I thought and, after dumping the offending trainers I checked out the boiler.. Yes the wife was right, it was knackered. Now not only did we not have any hot water but I also had to endure her scowling face. Anyone would think I'd purposely rigged the boiler to go myself (why??) And, to top it all I managed to lose my phone during all this.. Well at least I’ve got my health eh?
