Sunday, 30 October 2011
No gas smell this morning, just cool autumn air. Seems that the smug and patronising emergency gas man was right. What a relief.
Two fellow dog walkers told me yesterday of their similar experiences.
Mr Frayed at the edge, with a career in the petro-chemical industry behind him, suggested that it was the "stenching agent" that we could detect, and that an explosimeter could be used to let me know if I was about to be blown up. I accused him of making that last word up, but no, it appears to be a real and no doubt awfully useful gadget.
Flossie's new job description will include responsibility for becoming the household's own private stenching agent.
I may treat myself to a nice modern explosimeter to ensure that the household remains safe.
We know that Flossie takes her duties very seriously.
Posted by rachel at 10:01