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I mean I am seriously thinking of ripping out the boiler and throwing it out into the road like an Incredible Hulk. The pilot light goes out when the heating hits its optimum temperature and then doesn’t light up again when it falls. Luckily (for now, though that did work for a while when the boiler went wrong the first time) a reset kicks the thing back into life, but this is a bit of a problem when it’s four o clock in the morning and my poorly son starts coughing because he’s starting to freeze.
At what point do we cut our losses, accept that we have a lemon and just shell out the not inconsiderable amount of money for a new boiler - or at least for someone to come and install this one in a way that moisture can’t get inside it? Because I am fairly sure the issue will be the installation, not the boiler. Looks like the money I am withholding from the company that put this on might have to go on a radical rethink.
I know you’re bored of this by now. Imagine how I feel. Bored and cold. That’s how.
I did at least discover what had happened to the light bulb once the cold light of day was here. It hadn’t been stolen - that would be insane. It was lying on the floor broken into two bits with one of its little prongs that attach it into its socket broken off. Like it has been ripped from its place by someone or something unknown. Which makes no sense as that cupboard is always locked and who would rip out a bulb and throw it on the floor, when a slight twist would do the job? I don’t believe in ghosts, obviously, but we definitely have a ghost. The light bulbs in the hall have all but one died in a few months and the one of the ones in our bedroom had also mysteriously broken in half, the glass bit falling out on its own and the metal bit staying in the socket. I put that down to poor manufacture and us being palmed off with cheap bulbs, but for it to happen with this bulb too. It’s almost like the light bulbs would rather commit suicide than light my home and the boiler would rather break down than heat it. What evil have I done?
Come on, this is getting weird now, right. And boring. And cold. And dark.
I am 100% certain my house will kill me. But at least I will die at home. And once I am dead I am going to have quite the word with those bloody ghosts.
I have always believed in the philosophy that you should do something new every day and today I did something that I have never done. Cleaned my dog’s menstrual blood off the floor. I mean, when you get to 50, it’s hard to find new experiences so you have to do some strange ones. But I don’t think I ever anticipated this one. But I am so used to cleaning up effluent now that I didn’t even bat an eyelid. I am just glad that my little dog is becoming a woman. Not literally. Though in this Eerie Indiana house who knows?
