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Date: 07 November 2006 18:56:54
Well, I was on the early shift today, and left home at 6.45 this morning. However, after calling at Wimbledon for some shopping, I arrived home pretty much the same time I would on a normal shift - eg about 5.30. It being this time of year, it was already dark, and I had a little mutter at the sight of Spike's van outside our house, reminding me that I hadn't made it home early. On walking in through the door, I found Spike on the phone, trying to get out of going on a callout. He didn't succeed. So off he went, swearing, to drive to Twickenham, right across South London, in the rush hour, to collect a dead creature. It will still be dead tomorrow morning, when the local technician for your area could collect it as part of his daily routines. In the meantime, if it is such a problem, you could get a couple of plastic bags and move it to somewhere where it won't trouble you. But no, because you've got emergency callout cover, get the on-call tech out to make a two-hour round trip to do a 30-second job.
A while later, the phone range, so I hurried downstairs, expecting probably a progress report from the husband, but perhaps outside chance a relative phoning for a chat. Nope. A double-glazing salesman. I waited to get a word in, then pointed out that the house is rented. Afterwards I wondered whether, next time, to try the tack that we don't have any windows. It's a thought ...
I think Victor Meldrew has now left the building, and normal service will resume shortly.