Linda wanted to get the extra blankets from the box under the telly so there'd be a reduced risk of waking up to find out we'd become frozen corpses.
There was an accident:
Linda's favourite vase (which qualifies as a "collectable") was broken.
That was the straw that broke the camel's back.
(No, I'm not suggesting Linda is in any way, shape, or form as unto a camel).
Linda is very cross.
The kind of cross that is evident only in the eyes of an otherwise outwardly calm and still person.
Bit like a coiled spring perhaps?
I imagine the chimney companies representatives sat in their respective homes, watching T.V. or maybe having a spot of dinner, relaxed, comfortable, and completely unaware that someone with a chainsaw handling certificate was thinking very dark thoughts about them.
Thankfully the drama didn't unfold into a bloodstained crisis
Linda spoke quietly to the chimney companies representatives explaining to them that she considered their surveyor to be at fault for not noticing the two chimneys were connected:
I haven't seen the chimney companies representatives for sometime now.
I can hear something that sounds like "FOR GOD"S SAKE HELP US!!!" coming over from Longbrook Park.
Last time I saw Linda she said she was taking a friend out to lunch: