I was sniffing before I took bear to school. I could swear I could smell gas. It was still there when I got back from the school run. I was very tired (I woke myself trying to scratch my skin off at 1am and it took a while to get back to sleep) and wasn't thinking clearly, and it got worse. I ended up ringing the emergency gas line.
This was okay. A very nice man came out and checked all over the boiler, the gas fire and the cooker. All was fine. He checked next door as well. As far as we can tell, the smell (which was real) was coming from out of the house so all was okay.
I was relieved - and cold! I had followed the recommendations and all the windows and doors were open and it was chilly out there! I felt silly but the nice man said that they would rather have a false call and everyone safe than someone not ringing in and then going bang.
Of course all this happened while I was waiting for a (hopefully) nice man to come and quote to replace bear's bedroom window. I had to cancel and rearrange for tomorrow.
So I spent most of the rest of the day pootling around on the next installment of At the Sign of the White Hart (1200 words in) and finally wrote the first few sentances for around a year on the next novel in the series, A Simple Spell while I tried to clear my head. I confess, I was also avoiding the writing course. Hopefully I'll be more grounded tomorrow.