The Boiler Mishap

After some 2-3 hrs travel from a weekend away, all you need is the warmth and comfort of your bed to sleep away all the tiredness; a well researched way to get up to a fresh and smiling Monday Morning!

Let me start with my entry into the house …. The gorgeously smiling face of my dear flat mate H, greeted me at the door and the hug was exactly what I needed then.

The last I had seen her was on Friday early morning and so it was obvious we had loads to talk and chat. Starting with the fashion parade from the weekend shopping interspaced with our little chatty sessions (we both can never get enough of talks and the topics range from Movies & Cricket to Shopping & Food) we gradually shifted to the Tiramisu … yummy !

Yup, I got some veg snacks n tiramisu for my darling ‘vegetarian’ Roomie (Aargh, an extra load to drag with my already bulky luggage) while I hogged on my non veg bits …. Still talking when H bought forward the most feared topic … the central heating was on n working properly but not our room heaters …. Boiler guys were to come in the next day and so we were supposed to leave r rooms unlocked for them to have a look the next day … Understandable!!! …

With hot water bottle sneaked under my duvet, I tucked it on all sides before jumping into my beloved and much missed bed … ;-)

Tick Tock … Tick Tock … Tick Tock
(special effects to show the seconds which passes before the grand finale started)

Lady H enters my room, jumps over me (literally) and starts fiddling with my heater … she n her ideas … well the amateur technician at work … it didn’t take long for the room to start filling with acidic fumes

Yup, she turned a few knobs n the heater gave in !!!!

Water sprinklers were all around … my bed, window curtains, H herself were all bathed in that greenish-blue coloured water, while I was still tucked under my duvet - eyes popping out in disbelief …

Quickly coming back into my senses, I jumped out of my warm comfort and the first thing I remember doing was pulling my duvet away from the vicinity of my Roomie’s blessings (the stinking water)

No I was not angry at H, for I love her enough to control my temper towards her but it didn’t stop me from giving her those cold stares once in a while. My landlady (we call her auntie) had given this idea to her and so the 2 ladies were in my room trying to control the ‘out of control’ situation …

Anyways, after a while which did look like a decade to me … our landlord came in [to rescue my room and my sleep from the situation]. While he was at work I could fathom his venomous whispering to H n auntie to wake him from his slumber

Again, understandable as no amateur fiddles with unknown areas at 11 in the night ??? and though I didn’t mind him ‘talking loudly’ to auntie, it was not quite right for him to be rude to H … ofcourse I wanted to take that privilege :-)

Landlord’s and H’s “hard work” got the situation under control but my room was no more like any habitable place

It was almost 12 when I jumped into H’s bed with a hope to get that much awaited warmth of MY bed sometime soon !!

Oh and all this wont stop H from experimenting with the heater n boiler the next time it goes out of work !
That’s just her and so the moral of the story : lock your room when you go to bed to avoid trespassers into your territory ….

H if you are reading this, I will still introduce you as my sweetest and bestest friend … babe, we both rock together!! (minus the boiler)