Let’s say, just for laughs, that your boiler is busted today.
Here’s a list of stuff you might do while waiting for the repairman/contemplating said repairman’s actual existence:
You may decide that it is colder in your flat than it is outside. And, not only is the water cold, it also tastes weird, making your coffee, for lack of a better word, funky.
You may then ask your PA, if you have one, to go to Starbucks and get you a latte that’s warm and does not taste funky, at least not to you. You feel bad, but then you consider that her hair isn’t a mess and she isn’t wearing two sweaters and socks with cocktails and umbrellas on them, to give the illusion of a more tropical climate. She has heat and hot water in her house and therefore looks more presentable and less scary than you do. You send her out on this solo coffee mission for the good of humanity.
You might turn on some music. Maybe bluegrass. Because at least the fiddle is hot. You may dance around your living room. For warmth.
You may pick up the phone when your Dad calls and have to explain that no, the boiler will not explode and yes, a repairman (or woman, you don’t care at this point) is on the way.
You may pick up the phone when your mother calls, because at least the gossip is hot. Or lukewarm. You might have to explain that no, the boiler will not explode and yes, a repairperson is on the way.
You may type at your computer with weightlifting/driving gloves on, and decide it is actually too cold to think. You might contemplate wearing a hat. But your head is too big for hats. You know this, because you tried one on. When you were eight. Your big head isn’t your fault, though. Both your parents have big heads.
And so, you may go back to bed, and write in a notebook, with a pen. Under two duvets. You might end up writing your deepest fears, which at this point include frostbite, and the thought that the illusive repairperson was definitely abducted by aliens. And you might have missed the phone call from the not-abducted repairperson because you were in your bedroom writing your hand off to keep warm.
If I were you, that’s what I would do. What would you do?
This girl looks better with a hat on than I do, and she’s not even real. (Image via Flickr)