Mr Furlong was out this morning, when British Gas arrived in the form of a Viking sized meter reader. We refuse to have a “Smart Meter”.
I let him in, hoping he was really from British Gas and not a little old lady stalker. He flashed a torch in the coats cupboard where the meter is. He was at the gas meter out back for half a second.
And then he left – in a flash.
Gosh, I thought to myself, the guy had no time to read a meter. He must be just logging his visit, because we are a damn nuisance, not having a smart meter.
But Mr Furlong told me the torch he flashed at our meter in the cupboard did the “reading”.
What a breeze! No pencil on paper anymore. Technology is amazing, innit?