I am unreasonably, excessively happy at the moment. The cause? I have just sorted out a problem with the central heating. I know that doesn’t sound like much cause for deep rejoicing but somehow the sense of empowerment that I could actually suss out what was going on and find out how to deal with it and deal with it! – all without having to call in an engineer, has made me high as a kite.
OK well, if I’m honest I had help on this one. For a few weeks now after coming on the boiler has been making a rather fearsome rattling noise. Mark makes a similar noise in the mornings but it goes away after the application of coffee: I did not think this solution would work with the boiler. But it was starting to unnerve me. What if it was a death rattle? What if it was the prelude to the thing blowing up and scattering boiling water all over the kitchen? So I consulted my Facebook friends. The consensus was that it was down to the pressure; on looking at the gauge I saw it was at zero. Oh dear. Steve opined that the boiler would need to be topped up.
Now, I relish these jobs about as much as root-canal work, since I don’t have a lot of confidence in my ability to do it right. So I checked the company’s website where they had a helpful video on how to top up your boiler using a hose which ought to be located nearby. I couldn’t find a hose but did see a little valve. I wonder? I thought. I turned it gingerly, wincing, and heard the rush of water. Then I had a sudden panic: what if I’m emptying the boiler and not filling it? So I called the helpline, got straight through (!!!) and was told quite simply and straightforwardly that this was indeed the right thing to do, so off I popped and did it and Bob was most definitely my uncle.
I went and worked in the library this morning as it was so cold. Twelve degrees in the kitchen (twelve! That’s fifty-three in the old money) and in the library it must have been about twenty-five (77). Lovely. The radio play is taking shape.