Late yesterday afternoon we could all smell gas. We don't have a piped supply. We buy it in huge metal containers that remind me of submarine missiles in the movies. So I didn't really know what to do. We abandoned all cooking (which helped with the heat in the kitchen) and a man called Jeremy answered my call for help . We had a loose cooker knob. We'd also almost run out of gas. Jeremy is my new hero.
A woman came to the counter to complain that her tea was too strong, she preferred more stilton in her quiche and she didn't like the coleslaw.
There goes my Michelin star.
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