Spotted & dotted on Lincoln Road, South Beach, Miami, Florida.
My husband, Mr. Dot, is home & trying his hand at unscrewing the thermostat. We're waiting for British Gas to come repair our boiler & hot water heater, which have suddenly broken, and I'm typing this with a scarf wrapped fashionably round my neck (soft white knitted wool, a Christmas gift from my mother-in-law, who perhaps or perhaps not knew that I"m so into winter white right now). Mr. Dot is not naturally mechanically adept, so my heart goes out to him. We're pretty sure it's just a battery thing, so the race is on: will he fix it before we have to pay British Gas £210? Will they even show? I'm putting this out there into the ether, because I believe that, together we can make this thing happen.
The cat, who is napping at my feet, and I, have utter faith in Mr. Dot. My Man.
p.s. After a long & rather cold day - but probably even longer for the lovely guy from British Gas - we now have heat & hot water! And the reason was so fixable (something about a fuse, and a switch). He was so nice, and together, we made things happen.