Well, it’s been a week. Last Thursday we were evacuated from our home at short notice due to a dangerous gas leak with no time to pack more than a carry-on bag amount of stuff. Today, Monday, we still haven’t been given the all-clear to return home. Last I saw there were four big gas vans parked in our driveway, a team of engineers working round the clock, and several large meter-wide holes in our driveway.
Luckily our awesome friends took us in with no notice, and let us stay for three days (with the dogs—special thanks to their son for keeping them occupied!) We owe them the biggest of dinners. Now, as we wander the earth like itinerant … err … wanderers, we find ourselves in Thornbury, where we’ll be staying with my dad until we get that magic phone call telling us it’s safe to go home.
Last update was that the readings were “headed in the right direction”. I’ll spare you the boring technical details, but every morning we’ve had a call saying that hopefully they’d get us home today, followed by one in the evening saying ‘nope, soz, maybe tomorrow‘. The worst part is just not knowing. It would have been easier if they’d just said it would take a week, and we could have planned around that. Still, in the grand scheme, this is an inconvenience not a catastrophe—it’s not like the house has burned down or anything.
If you’ve been expecting anything from me work wise, I’ve been off work since Thursday. All I have on me is my phone. I’ll be back when I’m back, I guess!
I really hope it’s before this weekend as my big birthday BBQ is on Saturday and if that gets cancelled I might just cry. But I’m feeling optimistic! The readings are, as they say, heading in the right direction!
Luckily our awesome friends took us in with no notice, and let us stay for three days (with the dogs—special thanks to their son for keeping them occupied!) We owe them the biggest of dinners. Now, as we wander the earth like itinerant … err … wanderers, we find ourselves in Thornbury, where we’ll be staying with my dad until we get that magic phone call telling us it’s safe to go home.
Last update was that the readings were “headed in the right direction”. I’ll spare you the boring technical details, but every morning we’ve had a call saying that hopefully they’d get us home today, followed by one in the evening saying ‘nope, soz, maybe tomorrow‘. The worst part is just not knowing. It would have been easier if they’d just said it would take a week, and we could have planned around that. Still, in the grand scheme, this is an inconvenience not a catastrophe—it’s not like the house has burned down or anything.
If you’ve been expecting anything from me work wise, I’ve been off work since Thursday. All I have on me is my phone. I’ll be back when I’m back, I guess!
I really hope it’s before this weekend as my big birthday BBQ is on Saturday and if that gets cancelled I might just cry. But I’m feeling optimistic! The readings are, as they say, heading in the right direction!






