Corgi Power

This picture has nothing to do with my post…but I think endless posts without pictures can get a bit dull :-).
The boiler whisperer came round this morning. I missed him, but The Boy tells me that he put his hand on the boiler while diagnosing it, sort of boiler faith healing! A part is on order, and with luck we’ll have heat and hot water tomorrow.
The gas man cometh – bless him, he came back this evening, and we now have heating and hot water! Hurrah!

MissT is stinky!

Brrrrr…it’s cold! The combi boiler isn’t igniting, so no heating and no hot water! MissT hasn’t been this cold since she left her childhood abode to go to college, as her cruel APs didn’t get central heating until the kids left home (or telly for that matter).
At The Boy’s suggestion I brought the fan heater down from the attic, and stupidly plugged it into the extension socket (which you shouldn’t do anyway – and I’d forgotten that the fuse in it is only working cos it was mended with some silver paper). The extension socket then became v. hot, scorched the rug and fused the sockets.
I minced off to the pub in disgust – anyone would think I lived on a boat!
(A nice boiler engineer who Marmaladekiss swears by is coming tomorrow – hurrah!)