Thursday, 31 December 2015
Power in the wrong hands - The domestic demons strike again.
Doing my usual busy-bee activities in the kitchen I reached up to switch on the water-heating part of my boiler and realised that it was ominously silent.
It is not a very noisy boiler but its background hum is part of the soundtrack of my daily existence, and this morning there was nothing.
Finally it dawned on me to feel the radiators - stone cold.
Deep joy. There was a time about 10 years ago when my central heating would regularly break down in the middle of Christmas or New Year holidays. Recently this hasn't happened and I have become complacent.
I have phoned British Gas emergency helpline and the best they can do is get an engineer out to me between 1.00 and 6.00pm today.
Luckily this is a warm house and I am unlikely to freeze to death before that time but, today was supposed to be big laundry day.
I don't like doing any washing or household chores on New Year's day so had planned to get everything done today.
As Robbie Burns almost said "The best laid plans of mice and men have a habit of going wrong",
I can't take my usual shower as cold water showers are not really my thing, so a hasty wash and a day cleaning the house looms instead. Well I have to try to keep warm somehow.
Compared with those affected by the floods mine is a very small problem and I am grateful for the freedom from the tyranny of overflowing rivers etc, but I can't help thinking how puny an individual human being is in the war against the apparently inanimate.
Posted by Ray Barnes at 8:01:00 am