It's suddenly gotten very cold. It was -26C this morning when we got up - poor Yin could barely stand to put her paws on the ground when I took her out. I drove Emma to school, then when I got back home I was getting out of the van when I smelled gas! Out I go, to the other side of the wall where the gas meter is. Dean has piled sticks in front of it, so I have to push them away, and sure enough, there is a strong smell of natural gas out there. The hose does have white encrustation, but that could just as easily be snow. I thought I heard a hissing sound, too, but that also might have been the sound of snow sifting down. I went in, then went back out to check again, and I can still smell the gas, so I called the gas company emergency line. They're sending an inspector around. I suspect the severe cold damaged the line - hopefully just the rubber hose, not the metal pipe. Anyway, now I'm sitting here, too freaked out to do anything. I don't even dare turn on the iron! I've also turned off the furnace, which is a serious step in -24C temperatures, but why take a risk? At least it's warm in the house now, it should last a good several hours.
This might be a good time to try another batch of marmalade; I found some good blood oranges the other day, with nice red skins. Cutting them up should keep me busy for awhile.
Ooh, the inspector's just arrived! We'll see what he says.
UPDATE: Yup, we had a gas leak! Very quickly fixed, though - just the rubber hose had sprung a leak. Now I can put the heat back on.