Get well Derek

Blimey I had to check whether today was Wednesday or Thursday when I woke up as my normal black Thursdays seems to have morphed into Wednesday.
Julie rang me just as I was rushing to the toilet first thing, so I decided to call her straight back after that, but the lure of my warm bed beckoned me back into for another ten minutes shut eye.
Julie then rang again before my eyelids had closed and I thought that was rather persistent even for her, but thought she had some exciting gossip to tell me.
She had something to tell me, but unfortunately it was more alarming than exciting...poor Derek had been rushed into hospital with a suspected heart attack at 1am!
Bless her she had been up at Broomfield all night and wanted to tell me before trying to have a nap of sorts before then cracking on to sort things out for him.
Thankfully he is ok and it wasn't confirmed until after the blood test results had come back late this afternoon that he had in fact had a mild heart attack, but they were quite concerned that his pulse rate is still so low. We will go and see him tomorrow for me to bounce on his bed and annoy him, but I did manage to speak to him on the phone today and thankfully he seemed very relaxed about it all. Although how relaxed he will be if they tell him to slow down, well that will be a different kettle of fish totally!
I think we are going to have to start up our own club...'Control Freaks Anonymous!'

After I had a chat with Julie, I went off to have my morning soak in the bath. I filled it up to my usual levels, jumped in and nearly jumped straight out again, as it wasn't the normal lovely hot bath water that usually has me lowering myself in bit by bit going 'Ooo O hot hot.'
I quickly washed my hair in the bath and tried to run a bit more hot in to top it up, but the water wasn't haven't any of it all at, as it spluttered and rumbled in the pipes.
It was at this point that I remembered that earlier this year, my boiler had cut out and I had the same result...no hot water and no heating all day. So once I had dried myself, checked that there wasn't any heating either, I padded out to the boiler in the kitchen and pressed the button. The button that the kind (I say this with tongue in cheek, as he was far from kind) gas repair man had previously coloured in for me, so I wouldn't call him out again on a fool's errand as he so eloquently told me last time.
As I stood there with just a towel wrapped around me, I did wonder that maybe before a spark leaps out and ignites my oxygen, whilst blowing up my bungalow and blowing my towel off, that maybe I should have put some clothes on first so I didn't scare the firemen!? Even though I was voted Miss Slinky at the Tubby Club two weeks ago, I don't really want to show off my body that way if I have a choice.
Luckily for me a nice kind man came today and he was there for ages taking bits off the boiler, phoning people, taking more bits off the boiler, then doing a bit more phoning, while all the time I'm adding layers of clothes...towel had been exchanged for warm jumpers you'll be pleased to hear.
There was a bit of frantic telephoning outside the bungalow on his mobile and even more frantic TV channel hopping from me when he walked back into the front room. I was watching last night's recorded episode of 'True Blood' and as he walked in there was a vampire and a mere mortal jumping up and down on a sofa naked together...groaning a lot!
Great...he now thinks I am a little old lady who watches porn!
Thankfully he was more worried about his frantic calling, which luckily for him, the voice on the other end told him to blow down some pipe and low and behold problem solved...a big old spider and a big old spider nest flew out!
Yuk yukkety yuk! How gross is that????
I now have heating, hot water and a very large dead spider in my dustbin.
Thank you young man.

Lots of love Debbie x