London - it's a gas, gas, gas!

From last time...the night had barely slid into sleep when there was a huge banging on the door. Long story short....there was a leaking gas main (gas at 50%) near the building,we had to get dressed, get out and NOT put a light on. So there we were in the car park at nearly midnight - Police,Fire Service and all. We spent the night in a nearby community centre(which also had a library attached) and in the morning were reduced to wander the streets. This meant the day was not a touristy thing at all but comprised breakfast early at Brew(Kiwi-run, think good flat white!) Jo in her pink pj's and peep-toe high heels,a visit to Debenhams for more underwear, return visits to the flat to see what was going on, movies(Inglorius Basterds, a meal at The Slug and Lettuce and then finally making a booking at a local TraveLodge where we dissolved into sleep about 7.30pm. Jake,(the flatmate) Jo and Jared joined the other residents to meet with the operations manager for the gas company at 11.00 pm and then after much deliberation, were admitted back to their flat (gas at 5% now) The problem appears to have been a gas line (which is not now used by this 50's style block of flats) and which is obviously unstable. The solution seems to be a future shifting of the line. When you think about it we were really lucky. The other alternative - an explosion would have not have been a great look. We are still a bit discombobulated but Lambie and we all are well. Today we do the London thing.