probably doing the world a favour. Let's just hope that I'm not late for my midday English lesson. I'm sure my student will arrive by around 4pm. I'm due to start work elsewhere there. Fast forward a bit. The good news -- I got back home from the lesson at 2pm. I had to leave my apartment at the mercy of my landlord and the gas masters earlier. When I arrived, I was privvy to a close-up of Armenian workmanship. Let me paint you a picture. I'm living on the fourth floor of the tower, a good 25 metres up above the solid concrete alley floor. The obvious thing to do? Stand, unaided, right on the edge of the 'suicide' window ledge, bracing yourself with a rickety old stepladder, whilst dragging a huge piece of copper pipe, tied to an old piece of electrical wire up the wall, and screaming orders in Armenian at the dude below. This pipe, freshly welded together in the middle of the street, next to the masters' battered old Lada, is to be threaded through the big messy hole that's been casually drilled through my kitchen wall and into the great outdoors. There are, of course, existing internal holes where gas pipes ran previously to the main building link-up. Using those would just be silly though. It's not like winter is approaching or anything, so a hole in the wall is completely acceptable. Now my kitchen is also covered in a thick layer of cement