Having got our act together to get all four Young family members up, fed, dressed and in a relatively happy mood by 9am on Sunday morning it would have been nice if you'd been bothered to turn up. Or call.
Disappointed of SE London, Young Mummy
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Dear Gas Man #2
Texting at 2pm to say you'll be with us within an hour, and then rocking up to my front door 3.5 hours later, and half an hour before bathtime is not cool. Neither is fiddling about for 90 minutes before turning off our gas for the night and going off to enjoy a hot bath at your own,cosy, warm home.
I Can't Feel My Fingers, Young Mummy
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Dear Gas Man #1
I hold you entirely responsible for our cold and miserable night. Had you turned up as promised on Sunday morning we would not have spent the whole day yesterday waiting for Gas Man #2, only for him to arrive too late to fix the problem.
Frostbitten and Fed Up, Young Mummy
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Dear Gas Man #2
Going AWOL once again is testing my patience. You don't call, you don't write. What's a girl supposed to do? Your 'one quick job' this morning has now taken you four hours and you are still nowhere to be seen. And I am seriously cold now. Like freeeeeezing.
Dreaming of Hot Radiators, Young Mummy
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With thanks to Kat at 3 Bedroom Bungalow for a medium to help me let off steam (not that there's anything steamy about my house at the moment. Love her Dear So and So letter!
