TIME was when I called the gas man out, a grey-haired man in overalls would turn up.
He’d set to work while accepting a cup of tea with three sugars.
But last week a young lad in a sweatshirt and earring turned up to fix our central heating.
He had an even younger lad with him too, who looked like he should still be in school.
You know you’re getting old when even the gas men start to look young.
But they both had a cup of tea. Some things are ageless.