The Lack Of Gas For The Cooker

Yesterday morning there was a lot of grumbling going on and I tried as much as possible to keep out of the way. Experience has taught me that when The Owner grumbles a lot it usually ends up as my fault, so if I am keeping a low profile I don't draw attention to myself. It seemed the cause of his ire was that the gas had ran out and his breakfast was only half cooked. He went and found his camping stove and that was in the same condition apparently, so I suspect that Owners Daughter will be getting the best end of one of his opinions when he sees her as I feel sure she borrowed it to go camping. I don't like camping as my comfy cushion gets damp! Just thought I'd mention that. After having an argument with Gas Delivery Man on the phone, which predictably started with "How much?!?!?" it was arranged that Gas Delivery Yoof would drop a new bottle of gas off later that day. I have never met Gas Delivery Yoof before so was unsure what to expect. Later in the afternoon, after a day of The Owner going out to the kitchen every half hour and seeing if the stove would light up and then sighing a lot, a lorry pulled up in our layby and had a lot to say for itself, which made me a little nervous to be honest. Gas Delivery Yoof got out and fertled around in the back and produced a big bright orange shiny new gas bottle. Now we have two such bottles at the back of the cottage and in the absence of anything more appropriate I usually wee up them. It tends to make them rust a lot but I always feel a statement has been made when I wee up them. Gas Delivery Yoof put the new one down just inside the gate as he had forgotten his spanner so I took the opportunity. Start as you mean to go on I always say! He didn't notice anyway although he did start wiping his neck a lot and had a strange expression on his face as he carried the bottle round the back. He swapped the bottles over and then carried the empty one back to his lorry and put it down whilst he discussed important things with The Owner. You will be pleased to know that I managed to get one last wee on the old bottle before it was loaded up on to the lorry. It seemed a bit extreme the way Gas Delivery Yoof changed his jumper and jacket as soon as he got in the cab of his lorry. He sent one or two accusing looks in my direction too, but some people are just like that I have realised.