hot mans

London is covered in snow, the tv is full of news about the snow, the trains are delayed and the streets are a bit icy. Still I am reminded that it is actually january and that the nation is gripped by the weather, so as I peer out of the window at the snow gently falling out of the skies and listen as the boiler gently turns itself off, again.
My boiler broke earlier this week, I contacted my estate agent, who took a day to get back to me, by this time I was wearing more layers than a window at uniqlo, I even had to go and buy a hot water bottle! A HOT WATER BOTTLE!
So on friday they said someone was coming out.
Saturday, still no one.
Saturday 5pm, just settled down to watch some hot mans on tv, Ryan Reynolds in the proposal, or Hugh jackman in wolverine??
The door bell rings, I am greeted by two jehovahs witnesses ( actually the plumber and his wife HIS WIFE) he had a look at the boiler made a few noises. Whilst this was happening I noticed the wife was looking at my rubbish. The whole thing was pointless a waste of time and very awkward, (I always find people entering your home like plumbers electricians etc a bit weird) and I felt violated.
So I am still cold, and still cannot shower!
The plumber and his wife have spoit my afternoon viewing fantasies, so I am at a total loss for what to do.
Porn.
It's the only way.