Things are a bit chilly in the BW household at the moment. Nothing to do with Mrs BW uncovering my surfing habits or a rush of hormones from the fledglings. Much more mundane. The central heating boiler, of which I recently boasted we had had for nineteen years and hadn’t had to have it serviced, has gone all French on us and refused to supply us with hot water and heat. This is not good, as despite the weather forecasters talking about unseasonably warm weather, the Peak District remains stubbornly wet and cold.
We’ve had a man out. He could find nothing wrong with it other than the fact that it doesn’t work. So now we are waiting for another man from British Gas to come and work his magic at a household budget wrecking cost.
On the bright side Moonshine will only come out if we put a fan heater on in the study. The nights would have been quiet and peaceful except the noise of his wheel has been replaced by the sound of four sets of teeth chattering.
Hopefully it will be sorted soon, else the Birdwatchers may well join Moonshine and hibernate for the winter.