My new shiny breathing machine arrived today. It's on a little trolley thingy so I can pull it about...it plugs into the cigar lighter in the car to make the battery last longer when you go out anywhere and it makes enough noise to frighten the entire street!
Oddly enough it didn't come from my usual supplier...it came from British Oxygen and was delivered by a dour and totally humourless young man who wouldn't consider setting foot in the cottage until all the dogs were outside...Millie was fast asleep, but he stayed on the front doorstep peering through the glass in the front door until he was sure Himself had put her outside.
I did ask if he'd 'phoned last week and spoken to me...says he didn't but I think he was fibbing...he looked a bit shifty when I 'fessed up that I'd thought it was a cold call...
Anyway he plugged the machine in and then discovered he'd forgotten to include the battery...that'll come tomorrow apparently.
And he left two ambulant tanks...as back-ups...I already have three from Baywater so now there's little excuse to run out...
I signed all his bits of paper and then he went.
Brendan and Malachi for their cheeriness and chat, beat him hands down...and Malachi is much sexier.