Its been a busy week on the house front this week. We're getting a new central heating boiler on Tuesday as our current one cannot make up its mind whether we want hot or cold water. Usually whilst taking a shower we get a nice hot blast for a while and then cold for a few minutes when the boiler kicks in but of late the water temperature is ranging from freezing cold to piping hot in minutes, swinging either way. Eventually the boiler then goes into a hissy fit and cuts out on overheat leaving one recoiling from the torrent of freezing cold water. Not good when lathered up in shower gel! (sorry for the image that congers up, not pleasant I guess)
The nice British Gas engineers have been out so many times to fix it in the past before and after we moved in they have now washed their hands of it and now refuse to cover it under the gas insurance any more. We have had no choice but to arrange to replace it with a new modern one. Hopefully that will sort out the water temperature a lot better.
Should be simple you say, swap it for the new one, job done. Oh no, not us we don't do simple do we.
Now British Gas, bless them, will not fit a boiler in the loft unless there are proper stairs and a proper floor to work, on the grounds of "elfen safetee". They don't want an engineer putting his/her foot (or his/her whole self for that matter) through the ceiling and neither do we to be fair. OK so we have the proper stairs and they lead to Jo's
One thing that is apparent though is that I make a pretty good impression of Al Jolson blacked up when he sang Mammy. The dust is as black so I looked like this when I finished.
|No not me but what I looked like when I'd finished.|
I seem to recall listening to him round my grandparents when I was a kid.