Now we wait to see if they meter reader can find it!
It's very rough, but now that tape has it's own little shrine on the web so others may remember it's influential glory.
Plumber is here. Dog is inside again.
I'll start panicking around 4pm.
Hooray!
Katie's not going to be too happy with the trampled garden though...
The gas pipe was more toward the centre of the house than directly to the meter from the street, so the hole they dug is pretty big. Luckily we had our main street pipe moved recently so it was clearly marked where our connection was, otherwise the hole might have been much bigger.
They're filling it in now. Or the apprentice is anyway. The main guy (who looks a bit like an emo Professor Snape) has disappeared, probably to work out how much extra a metre and a half of pipe will cost me.
I called the reconnection plumber (who is much nicer but I suspect may have trespassed into our backyard on Monday and traumatised our dog).
He'll be in sometime this afternoon.
Meanwhile... no gas.
Luckily we have an electric oven.
Soup for lunch!
I hear digging. I warn them about the shallow drain pipes.
The dog is seriously unhappy about being locked in the laundry.
I cleaned up the dog's mess yesterday, but they've already stepped in the one she did this morning.
Good job.
I've done the dishes. I've watched two Transformers: Animated episodes.
I've stressed.
They arrive today. All I know is that they said to have the plumber come to reconnect the house "after lunch" which should mean they'll be here before lunch.
In theory.
I have a number to call if I start getting paranoid. But it's a land line.
I'm having one of those pre-organised days off where I'm feeling ill enough I might have had the day off anyway.
But that's probably the anxiety.
I've taken before photos. I've got the inside of the house ready for potentially day long dogness. I've left the front gate wide open so even the blind could tell it isn't locked.
I'm hoping it will all be over by 2pm at the latest so I can go xmas shopping...