The Last Furlong

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British Gas flash

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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?


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Author: Elizabeth

I'm someone also pounding the Path, just like you.. I'm retired, going into Old Age and loving my life. I'm hoping to remain happy and well for as long as possible. Old Age is not SO bad - yet!

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