We have had all our gas lines refitted. However, we live in a very old house which settles and when it settles, new leaks occasionally occur. They are leaks that are deemed trivial and only bother me because I have the nose of a bloodhound. It doesn’t actually LOOK like a bloodhound’s nose, more like a regular nose, but even the tiniest amount of leakage causes my dog-like instincts to kick into high gear and I cannot stop barking rest until Bill The Gas Guy comes and repairs it, even if it’s his day off and he’s out of town and doesn’t want to drive for three hours to repair an infinitesimal leak in my gas lines.

I believe the short answer is that I’m really very sensitive to the stench of gas. The house has been thoroughly checked by the gas company and it is not dangerous. As I am an expert, I can tell you that they scent it so strongly that even the tiniest leak smells long long long before it becomes dangerous.

So there’s that.

But yes, my pretty peeps, if you have leaking gas, please call the gas company before you blog about it. As I, indeed, did.