Another day, another gas disconnection. Hopefully the last one, and most certainly the most controversial.
It’s Friday, so our flourescent methane-jockeys like to knock off early. They did what was needed to the pipe this morning, and then this afternoon the “making right” team were back to finish the sterling work they started yesterday.
Basically, every single house now has a multi-coloured patio as they have replaced the flagstones they took up with pretty much anything they had lying around.
We had older, weathered, paving slabs, of a type and design that no longer exists. There are a couple of broken ones, from misadventure or falling scaffolding, but on the whole they’re fine. Now we have those and one square of new grey stone. The pamphlet regarding the gas works stated things would be put back as they were – the example photo was almost as if they’d never been. They could use our garden’s picture for a spot the difference competition.
Next door, the OCD is flickering as she now has a row of flags which include two of her original buff-coloured slabs and four new grey ones. And next door to her she’s not only got different coloured flags but they’ve swept all the excess soil into her daughter’s wendy house.
But still, they managed to knock off early having done such sterling work.
Just would have been nice if they’d reconnected the gas when they left rather than three hours (and four different people phoning) later.