It was snowing this morning when I got up, but it's turned to rain now. I think that's a good thing.
It's one of those days where the rain is light and constant with a strong wind. Which equals getting wet through whatever you do or wear, it just gets everywhere.
I want the weather to be good enough to be able to peg out the washing. It's not much to ask for, is it? This is partly as it smell better and partly because it's cheaper. I looked at the energy bills on-line yesterday. Guffaw!
I usually opt for denial and just leave the direct debit to roll on out but on Friday I had a call. 'We'd like to make an appointment to fit a new gas meter'. Oh? But we had a new one last year. 'Ummm, well it'll be the electric meter as well this time. Smart meters that send in readings for you. And you can have a display unit so you know what you're using.'
I know what I'm using. A lot. Too bloody much. But it's cold and wet, we don't want to die or wear mildewed clothes. So they can stick their display unit quite literally where the sun doesn't shine. I can live in even deeper denial, not even having to look at the meters any more, never mind let some man in that won't take off his mucky boots (and doesn't like dogs).
We don't have a water meter. It would be a hideous irony to fit one here. If they ever threatened it I'd just run the guttering into the kitchen and bypass the street supply completely. Or shower outside in the back garden. Our very odd neighbour at our last house used to wait until it was pelting it down and rush out to the car with a bucket of sudsy water. He scrubbed at the car and left the rain to rinse it all off. Or is that actually sensible?
