He Turned On The Gas And He Went To Sleep
Woke up this morning to find Father Christmas had visited in the night, depositing a small fan heater and a portable electric stove outside every flat. (No portable electric shower, alas.)
A nice gesture, but it does not bode well for things getting fixed any time soon. Nor does the large hole in the road.
I'm glad I've got seventeen plush huskies.