So anyway, a PS on the Vic St refurb.
We opened up happy, decorations done. Radiators up. Art hung. Glasses polished. Deliveries in. Music thrumming gently in the background. Tantalising smells wafting from the kitchen, the waft of warm bread being sliced in preparation for the imminent arrival of our lunch customers. Of course it couldn't last. It never does.
So as we drank in that one moment of perfection and peace there was a sudden loud and very wet sound... sort of giant kersplooosh broke the moment. Quickly flinging the door to the office open we saw the culprit. The blooming' boiler - the only part of the entire restaurant inside and out we hadn't touched. As we started the refurb we looked at it, admired it almost, and agreed it looked robust and stalwart. How wrong were we? I looked at it now. It was as if it objected to being ignored as all around was upgraded, painted and fussed over so it just got angrier and angrier until it just burst and poured it's cold, effusive contents onto the laptop, and the office all round. It is of course the thing that holds Howies world in it's belly. ****. So there it is, perched on a radiator dripping as I write whilst we hover, as if at the door of intensive care awaiting the surgeon - in this case John Lane our IT guru to give us the prognosis. Gulp. It's going to be a long night.
Yes I knew you'd want to know the name of the radiator company - OK then here they are www.bestbathrooms.com
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