STEAMING

Of course by the time I was ready to go out the sun had disappeared and a sea-fret had taken over most of the town. It didn't start lifting until sunset when I hung over the sea wall for a few minutes and watched steam rising off the waves.

The chap from British Gas phoned again this morning to reassure me again that the account problem was sorted out and to apologise again about his attitude yesterday. I wonder whether our call yesterday was monitored and he was told off. Anyway, I accepted his apology again like the gracious woman I am and we parted on good terms, with B rolling his eyes in the background and muttering.