What an old boiler

Had a great night's sleep. But then as he was leaving to go home, L shouted up that the water was cold. Oh no. The boiler did not click in again when it should have. I had to call the plumber AGAIN, and also crawl up to the attic a couple of times. The reset worked once but not a second time and so I'm back using the immersion for hot water with no heating. Thank goodness it's been a mild day today. He's having to order yet another part. In a way I don't mind how many parts he replaces so long as I don't need a new boiler. Fingers crossed. So the fire is on and the blankets will be staying on the bed for a few more nights :(

The plumber agreed to go to try to sort out my bro's tenant's boiler which is also playing up. Hells bells. Who knew that heating could be such a problem. I've been spoiled. My boiler has not caused me any problems for seven years, so I keep reminding myself of that right now.

So, I resigned myself to a day of ironing in front of some easy telly (see blip), writing prayers for church tomorrow, paying bills online and pottering and spent most of the day in my pjs, before making yet another trip to B&Q to buy some more paint and brushes. Then I had a relaxing Costa, did a Waitrose shop, got some logs in from outside and will be doing some more ironing this evening in front of Saturday telly. I must change a bed too. Not bad for a dull Saturday in a November...