Our boiler has packed up. We’re not sure what’s gone wrong but our shower and taps run hot for two minutes, then cold for two minutes, then hot for two minutes, and so on. Not the end of the world compared to many people’s struggles right now but not especially helpful, either.
When Cat Daddy called the repair man, he agreed to come on two conditions:
1. Social distancing is to be maintained at all times throughout his visit (fine)
2. No pets (erm ….)
Cat Daddy: “Oh dear. I’m afraid we have a cat.”
Repair man: “That’s ok. Most cats run away from me, so that won’t be a problem.”
Cat Daddy: “…”
Cat Daddy: “…”
Cat Daddy: “Yes, I’m sure ours will do the same.”
Me, to Cat Daddy, later that day: “Why did you say that? You know it’s a lie.”
Cat Daddy: “I didn’t have a choice. If I’d told the truth, the repair man would have refused to come.”
This is true. Merde.
If you have followed Le Blog for any length of time, you will be fully aware that Catorze’s record for leaving visiting tradespeople in peace is pretty atrocious. Take a look at the links at the bottom of the page if you don’t believe me.
Having lied to the repair man to trick him into coming into our house during a pandemic, we now have to figure out what the heck to do with Catorze whilst the work is being done. Shutting him in a room would be awful because of the screaming. But leaving him free to go on the rampage just doesn’t bear thinking about. Cat Daddy is sorely tempted to kick him out at The Front and hope he doesn’t go harassing neighbours or passers-by, or pulling off squirrels’ tails. Not ideal, by any means, but what else do we do?
Let’s hope that thoughts, prayers and copious amounts of neat vodka will get us through.