Now, he's screwed himself into the smallest ball possible and squashed himself into the corner of the armchair. You can almost hear him thinking,
"Well, I ain't gonna do that again in a hurry!"
Life in north east England (yes, we've moved!) with an eccentric Welshman and a small white dog that thinks he's a Rottweiler.
So, we're still no further forward on the British Gas smart meter front and I've given up making non-existent appointments with them...