It started with a drip…

The word FIRE, white text on a red background.

Hola. El escape del agua ha estado fijado. Sin embargo, el fuego en la cocina ahora está roto, así que la calefacción central ahora no trabajará. Es importante que usted no utiliza el fuego. Hay agua caliente. Gracias por ser paciente. Estamos apesadumbrados para cualquier inconveniencia causada. Sinceramente, Gareth y Jane Saunders

That’s the note that Jane has just posted through the holiday cottage letter box. It says, roughly, in Spanish something akin to:

Hello, the water leak is fixed, but now the gas fire has been condemned, but don’t worry you still have hot water. Have a nice day.

Something like that. We asked the kind Mr Babelfish to do the translation so we might actually have put UK-Spanish relations back a few years.

Anyway, it’s a long story that began with a small drip in the middle of the kitchen ceiling, and ended with Jane waiting in for THIRTEEN HOURS for the Scottish Gas engineer to visit to fix it. Eventually one did arrive, who was great and very apologetic. And bless him he looked as exhausted as I felt.

It took him about five minutes to fix the leaking radiator at the top of the stairs, and another 45 minutes to condemn the gas fire and back-boiler in the kitchen! Thankfully there is an immersion heater. One of those evangelical ones: full immersion, I believe.

Anyhow, it has all been made safe now, in our little money pit next door. Please pray — not sure about what, but I kind of feel the need for prayers just now. There is a lot going on just now. Thanks.

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Gareth Saunders

I’m Gareth J M Saunders, 52 years old, 6′ 4″, father of 3 boys (including twins). Enneagram type FOUR and introvert (INFP), I am a non-stipendiary priest in the Scottish Episcopal Church, I sing with the NYCGB alumni choir, play guitar, play mahjong, write, draw and laugh… Scrum master at Safeguard Global; latterly at Sky and Vision/Cegedim. Former web architect and agile project manager at the University of St Andrews and previously warden at Agnes Blackadder Hall.

3 thoughts on “It started with a drip…”

  1. Translating it back again returns:

    “The escape of the water been has fixed…..Thanks to be patient. We are grieved for any caused inconvenience.”

    I guess it could have been worse!

  2. Out of interest, the last three paragraphs of the post translated into Spanish and back again are:
    “In any case, it is a long history that began with a dripping small in the center of the ceiling of the kitchen, and finished with Jane that waits for inside by THIRTEEN HOURS so that the Scottish engineer of the gas visits to fix it. One arrived possible, that was great and very apologetic. And bendígalo that he watched as exhausted as he felt to me. It took him near five minutes to fix the radiator that escaped in the cover of the stairs, and to other 45 minutes to condemn the fire and the behind-boiler of the gas in the kitchen! There is thankfully an immersion heater. One those evangelical ones: complete immersion, I create. Anyway, all have become surely now, in our little following door of the hole of the money. Request please — not surely on which, but the class of I of sensation the necessity of prayers just now. Much just now ignition goes.”

    (Sorry to go on – it’s just this is my favourite game of the moment!)

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