The curse is lifted!
The crap boiler curse, that is...at least I hope so for now.
British Gas (those lovely boys in blue) came round on Monday and fitted our brand spanking new central heating system and posh boiler which so far seems to be working ok. We have heating. We have hot water. We have radiators which don't leak and a boiler which doesn't belch out fumes and smoke. We are also five grand down and it better blinkin' well be worth the money. Still, we've got a couple of months to go before Christmas so we should have time to save up so it doesn't end up being a can of Spam and some toast for dinner...shouldn't have to experience that until I'm at least 80.
Speaking of Christmas, if I can get away with such a weak segue as that, I'm quite looking forward to it this year. Last year the three of us (my husband, daughter and I) were in a small bedroom with a 30cm tree and dinner balanced on trays on our laps. Hardly full of the Christmas spirit. But this year we are getting a big tree, lots of decorations and enough food to solve world hunger - present-wise we are limiting our daughter to one gift and a stocking knowing fully well that she will be spoilt by other family members.
Ok, bored of that now - back to my boiler. That thing has the controls of a DeLorean in Back to the Future - never in my life have I ever seen such a complicated setup. The manual even congratulates you upon completing your first input of temperature settings, so I hope to goodness I never have to mess with the system again. It looks like it may well begin counting down to explosion or lift-off or something similar if I press the wrong button and I'm terrified in case I break it. Because anyone who knows me knows that I'm the first to break things in our house...sometimes even before they've arrived in the building. It's like a gift...I reckon I have the power to destroy entire civilisations if I put my mind to it - and my clumsy hands.
Maybe that's why I'm not allowed to touch the new sofas until my husband has checked I'm not carrying anything sharp or that will mark the leather...in all honesty, I ought to come with a health warning and bubble wrap. But enough about my fantasies...