Easter Egg Extravaganza

Posted by kate Poels on Tuesday, April 3, 2012
I needed a couple of hours to myself so I decided to do the unthinkable and use a DVD as a babysitter.  I am meant to be trying to DIY an access hatch into the boxing around the gas outlet pipework.  Why do I have to do this?  Apparently it was was all absolutely fine the last time the gas man checked but there have been new regulations brought in by those people who sit in offices thinking these things up.  My boiler now has a great yellow sticker slapped on to tell us that it is unsafe and shouldn't be used as the lack of a hatch means the lovely chappy who came to service it last week couldn't poke his head into the boxing to check whatever he needs to check.  Brilliant,  I am left with instructions to cut a hatch before his next visit or risk having the boiler switched off.  When I asked who would do it, he looked very scornful and told me that anyone a bit handy could manage.  In this house it means ask my Dad.  Unfortunately he is ridiculously busy with lots of wonderful projects so no luck there.  Husband I hear you ask?  My reply is single worded...accountant!!  You see my point, and so it is down to me to try and cut a hole in the boxing and make some sort of door for Mr Gas to peek in and check my pipes once a year.
My intentions were good. I have got as far as marking it out and writing a list of what I will need but now I am busy doing other really important things that need to be done....catching up on Facebook and Twitter, booking my annual spa treat with my wonderful friend, reading my Kindle, (in case you are interested I have just finished Sam Baker's Stepmothers Support Group and now cracking on with Sarra Manning's 9 Uses For an Ex Boyfriend.)  In the background is a truly awful film called Easter Egg Extravaganza, but then what can I expect from a £1 bargain at Tesco?