Saturday, January 02, 2021
We had to cut short our village walk this morning - but not before spotting this stonechat at the end of West Shore Street.
Greger had just received a call from the heating engineer informing us that he could come and look at our boiler this afternoon. (We lost central heating and hot water on New Year's Eve, and have spent a miserable couple of days and nights moving electric radiators and fires from room to room and having old-fashioned washes at the basin filled from the kettle instead of nice hot showers.)
Now all is well. How we miss our modern comforts when we lose 'em - and yet the first eleven years of my life were spent in a house with no central heating. It would be nice to say it made me tough - but it didn't. I hate being cold. Trouble is, we're on tenterhooks in case the system should break down again!
// posted by Christine @ 12:28 PM 
