Reading Poetry Under Stress
Sep. 18th, 2009 09:50 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
poliphiloWe're still having trouble with the electrics. Yesterday all the plug sockets blew- so no internet, no TV, no cooking, no hot drinks. The electrician came and poked and prodded and scratched his head- and I followed him around and in the intervals of following him around sat on the edges of beds and chairs and tables and read metaphysical poetry- in particular Henry King's Exequy- which is tender and sad and bristling with great lines. Henry King's day job was Bishop of Chichester. Anyway after about an hour the electrician located the fault- not anywhere we thought it might be but in the switch that governs the boiler. He turned it off and everything else worked fine. Sadly he doesn't do boilers. So now we're without hot water or heating- which is better than not having any power at all- until tomorrow, when the heating specialist is due.
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Oh it all makes work for the working man to do
Date: 2009-09-18 12:07 pm (UTC)The gas tap wouldn't turn, I wasn't getting gas at all
He tore up all the skirting board to try and find the main
And I had to call a carpenter to nail it back again
Etc.
Re: Oh it all makes work for the working man to do
Date: 2009-09-18 03:24 pm (UTC)Re: Oh it all makes work for the working man to do
Date: 2009-09-18 07:35 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-09-19 08:38 am (UTC)Jenny
no subject
Date: 2009-09-19 09:14 am (UTC)Re: Oh it all makes work for the working man to do
Date: 2009-09-19 09:14 am (UTC)