…but happen to be.

The pipes have frozen for the third time in as many weeks. We called the landlord two hours ago, tearing the poor guy away from a lovely evening by the fire with his wife and daughter. Now he’s in the kitchen, grumpily tearing down the cabinets to get to the pipes and warm them up.

T’s computer has just decided it’s not booting. T’s under his desk, grumpily messing around with this wire and that.

I’m going from one to the other, trying to make conversation, feeling totally ineffectual.