Tuesday, September 20, 2005


... only a liquid hug will ward off a distressing development.

Got home to find that the programmer for the central heating has packed up. After several slightly irritating phone calls, we've discovered that getting someone to come out and look at it and go, hmmm, I think you need a new one could cost up to £150.


I've decided that while the radiators still actually heat up, I'm going to consider this repair a low priority for as long as it takes.


At 10:31 pm, Anonymous Danica said...

Nice visual aids. :)

At 5:48 am, Blogger Michelle Styles said...

As long as you can actually turn on and off the boiler, you don't need a program. You simply need to remember to do it yourself.
When did you last have the boiler serviced? Could you call out to get a service at the same time?

At 7:01 am, Blogger Bronwyn Jameson said...

What a week you've had, Anna. Mucho hugs (warm ones, at that.)

At 1:09 pm, Blogger Tess said...

Yikes - the gods don't like you this week. [[[[Hugs ]]]] Hope things improve soon.

At 2:46 pm, Blogger Dee said...

LOL @ the pics! I'm definitely in ostrich mode too. (Hubby was given a ticket he shouldn't have been and it's going to cost us 350 bucks, even to contest it. WHIMPER!)

My vote, liquid hugs all around and absolutely NO going outside!


At 3:06 pm, Blogger Donna Alward said...

OMG Anna you are so warped. I just loved your "visual aids".

But hugs on all the $hit flying your way this week. This should be the end if it truly comes in threes. :-)


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