Forget about comfort zones. They are fleeting moments. Angst is the name of the game. The aliens are surrounding us or maybe it's just the French gas people who play a different game to the one we understand.
It took a week to deliver the gas. Or some gas. Then they could not fill our tank because their tanker had run dry. They also discovered that our tank was tilting and needed stabilising, which they would attend to in due course. And then. lo and behold, a couple of days later, we saw that the cement base on which it sits, was broken and that there is a gaping void underneath! Frightening? Yes. Dangerous? Probably.
But I have news for you. There is no emergency service. There is no one to turn to. It's the Easter weekend and you have to wait until Tuesday to make that call. To a call centre of course. Yes, they have a note of it. Yes, someone will get in touch. Yes they know we think it could cause an explosion. No there is nothing more they can do.
*&%$£@+±. And I am a francophile!
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