Dear Super Mario

I'm calling you 'Super Mario' as I can't call you what I want to call you as decent people read this blog, if they didn't I would call you a time wasting snivelling git! You and I spoke on Monday and made an arrangement to be at my daughter's flat at mid day today. We spoke again last night to confirm that you would be there. Guess what readers.......Super Mario and his heating and engineering services didn't turn up and then he had his mobile phone on answer phone all day. I'm delighted that you are a millionaire and don't need to fix boilers any more and can give work away; I, on the other hand , am not a millionaire and went back and forwards to Plymouth using diesel I can ill afford. Even though you had my home number, and mobile number, you still didn't call and say you couldn't make the appointment and then wouldn't answer the phone or answer machine messages.


I had to take my daughter, whose nerves jangle when ever she has to do anything new or taxing, and today, she had to sort all her room out, in a flat she's too scared to live in and did so, even though she was scared as she thought she was imminently going to get hot water and heating. After an hour of waiting, she lost the plot and disappeared off to 'stay with friends', which translates to 'waking up in a squat in a scene reminiscent of 'Trainspotting' '. So thank you very much Mario (not actually called Mario, in case there is a perfectly good central heating engineer called Mario in Plymouth) after coaxing my daughter back to feeling strong enough to let me into her 'room' where the boiler is housed, and waiting and calling................you didn't turn up.
 
By the way Mario, if you ever think the most dangerous place on earth is with these guys, on foot patrol, in Helmand province.....
 
 

well think again..................the most dangerous place on earth is between a mother and her child!