Life's A Gas

I'm not ashamed to be work-shy of a Friday. I promote the benefits with sweet relish. However, when forced to spend three hours with someone who is working then my relish does tend to sour slightly. I'm not arrogant enough to start rubbing noses in it. Or, indeed, any part of someone's body.

The plumber is here to fix the gas boiler. I greeted him at the door still adorning my pyjamas and ruffled hair (it was still A.M after all). I made him a cup of tea and offered him some crumpets. He began work on the boiler and I nestled into my computer and pretended to work.

Thing is, I pretended for a while but then empathy got the better of me and I started to work for real. A full two hours! I even had a cup of tea too, and, instead of just nodding politely when the plumber started talking plumbing technicalities, I actually showed a real interest in the subject, asking relevant questions.

When his work was done, we played Scrabble and drank smoothies all afternoon. I put way too much mango in them but he didn't complain. Not once.