The thermometer is falling, fast. The lane is icy and we’ve had snow this afternoon.
I’ve been Christmas shopping, there is a very odd, jittery sort of atmosphere in retail land, I’m so very very glad I don’t inhabit that place anymore.
The good news is we had a delivery of heating oil last Saturday. When is comes to buying oil Mr Uhdd is a keen negotiator*, but he was a bit taken aback by the price quoted by the oil company CPL, an eye watering 61.95p per litre, they were, he concluded, taking the micky (or words to that effect) and with a couple more phone calls he secured a delivery of 1000 litres, at 48.95p per litre from Crown Oil. He won’t be asking CPL for a price again; for whilst there is always a bit of a playoff between oil companies, a penny or two a litre, we can’t help but think CPL were trying to milk the bad weather situation.
The shenanigans of oil companies is nothing new though, ‘Sid the boiler man’ (now sadly retired, we miss him) who used to come and breath new life into our boiler and Aga, was a man of very clear principles. So when he discovered just how much one of his customers was paying for oil, he took no prisoners: the customer, an elderly widow, was anxious about running out of fuel so she had a monitor on her oil tank that automatically told the oil company when to come and refill it, which they gladly did, at a much higher price than the market rate. Well they did, until Sid got wind of it.
On another occasion it was a customer that fell foul of Sid’s principals. Sid used to service the customers boilers, that heated his palatial home and glitzy swimming pool, that was until Sid discovered the customer had made his millions from running sex chat lines. ‘I’ll not take dirty money’ said Sid and that was the end of that.
* And as for electricity companies, well, where shall we start with that sack of weasels?