The gas smell was coming from the front of the house. Leaving the back door open, for icy cold but fresh ventilation, I investigated the front of my house. Gassy, especially near the gas meter. Once more, I sprang into action! And called my gas supplier about an emergency leak thingie.
Apparently, there were numerous gas calls last night, because it took about an hour and a half for the gas guy to come to my aid, all the while I was worrying that my house was soon to become a fire ball.
It turns out that I was smelling residual 'safety smell', because gas itself is odourless. You see, there has been some work done on the pavement outside my house. The workers had, apparently, cut the gas main during the day. I know this, because the gas guy who was checking out my place was the one called onto the scene earlier in the day.
Back to the workers. They only reported a smell of gas in the street - a non-dire-emergency, with a four hour responce time - when they should have said "we just cut a gas line". In any case, gas had been pouring out for four hours before the gas guy came and told them they were all idiot, and helped them fix it. The smell of gas safety scent gets trapped in crushed rock (from the work being done on the pavement), which is why I could still smell it.
That, and there was gas pouring out of a main JUST IN FRONT OF MY HOUSE AND NO-ONE TOLD ME.
Kitten tomfoolery. While all this was going on, I was a little paniced (more so) because bunyip_the_cat was limping on one of her back legs. I traced the owie to her left ankle, but given that it was a relatively mild limp and she seemed uncomfortable, rather than in pain, after a few phone calls for advice on the matter (and, you know, to tell my parents that my house was full of gas, and I was a little nevous about that), I decided to let her be for a little while and if she was still limping the next day or the day after, I'd take her to the vet.
About an hour later she comes running up demanding food. Perfectly fine, no sign of limp or owie. Just 'feedmefeedmefeedme'.
This isn't the first time the little drama queen has done this sort of thing. We've taken her to the vet in the past when she was running around on three legs (holding one of her front paws up) - only we couldn't tell the vet which paw was the problem. Because she would swap them. It turns out that she was completely fine, just playing us for chumps and trying to get attention.
She's so devious!
Communism Burgers. After the kitten fiasco and the gas drama, bishi_wannabe and I went out for dinner, seeing as how we didn't feel like cooking in a house that smelt faintly of gas. WE ended up going to have communist burgers from "BurgeRepublic", a new trendy burger chain. It's funny, because there is you classic communism imagry about the place, but it is so full-on capitalistic. I mean, really, $9-10 for a burger? Sure, they're tasty, but I don't see how spending that much money on a trendy meal is going to help mother Russia.
We always call eachother 'comrade' for a few hours after eating there, because it's funny.
The family-splitting feud. I predict that in the future, there will be a massive schism in my family starting between my father and myself on this one true and dire argument: DC vs Marvel. I mean, come one, how can you compare the Green Lantern to, say, Gambit? Okay, okay, I'll admit that NO-ONE likes Scott Summers, and that Batman is pretty cool... but really. Spider-man, the X-Men, and to a lesser extent the Punisher (if you're into that kind of thing), vs Aquaman.
I think I've made my point. :)