Keeping your undies safe

Today was a very trying day for me. The people who have come to replace our broken fireplace arrived to finally fix it today. Let me start by saying it was an incredible mission to get someone here to replace the fire, tradesmen it seems deserve their reputation for being useless (I won't bore you with a thorough detailing of their uselessness, as that would make this a very long post) Anyway, the told me they would arrive today between 9 and 10 and when they did arrive at 9:58 I guess they were technically correct. I had planned to go out at some point today (leaving my undies to fend for themselves in my drawers against the tradesmen, who we all know, thanks to Target, are prone to a little undie caressing Sitting at home all day is the kind of thing that sends me a little loopy, I become like a caged animal, pacing backwards and forwards with no real purpose in life. Sadly this was not to be. Firstly I had to help the gas/fireman repairer find the gas meter (is that not your job I asked myself? shall I ask him to do a bit of my marking?) Then he told me there was a major leak in my main gas pipe, said with much raised eye brows and sense of dread in voice. "oh dear" I meekly replied. So the rest of the day was dedicated to him fixing the leak in my gas pipe and not the fire. At one point he marched into the house with the removed broken gas pipe to show it to me. "This was your pipe" he said, again with the serious voice and and sense of dread. I think I was meant to apologise for the state of my pipes or something...Anyway the joyus end to this story is that because he spent the day fixing the pipe the fire, which is in parts all over my lounge is not installed and will have to wait until tomorrow...another day of protecting my undies from the undesirable tradesmen...