In a bid to get out the house today I decided to keep my father company on a trip from here to Liverpool, where he had to go look at a job at a Boots pharmacy store, re-commission a boiler that he was unable to fix last week after water made its way into the gas mains in the high street.
Well, it didn’t exactly work out, we drove the 175 miles to get there only to find out water had once again made its way back into the gas mains meaning it was impossible to re-commission and therefore a wasted journey, meaning we turned back around and drove all the way back home. The reason for water back in the gas mains seems to have come from a burst water mains rather than what British Gas originally assumed, which was a case of the heavy snow filling up.
All told we were there for around 30 minutes, enough time to look at the job, close off a pipe, grab a drink and make our way back home. Thankfully Liverpool didn’t disappoint and were only too willing to live up to stereotype, because after 15 minutes I saw a lad getting bundled into the back of a van for shoplifting… from B&M Bargains of all places. The shame.
Sadly I was to ultimately be left slightly disappointed from the day out, I wasn’t able to see any girls still in the pyjamas, something I was told to expect from my Liverpool based friend, LeoWyatt. Never mind, there’s always next time.
