Morning Has Broken

The moment I put my nose out of the bedcovers this morning, I had the feeling that there was something amiss. It didn't take long to notice the hum emanating from the central heating boiler was absent, meaning that the heating had not come on.

The mysterious fault F 37 registered on the monitor panel requires the boiler to be reset by pushing the point of a pencil deep into a small round hole situated on the front panel. So deep and so small is this aperture that much force and swearing is required to effect any result. His Lordship came up trumps using his HB pencil with the rubber on top and we breathed a collective sigh of relief when we heard a rumbling deep in the heart of the beast.
The thought of trying to heat the flat with one small fan heater was enough to wonder if we would have to go and sit in the Central Library with the other Burghers who take advantage of the free heat there.

In other matters, His Lordship who never listens to this Lady has suddenly paid attention to the news today that burnt toast is not something one should be eating because of its carcinogenic effects. Did I say, "I told you so?" You bet I did!