In at the deep end

St Boris

Coo, look at that. St Boris's Day - anyone living in the UK and more especially, London, will be watching the results of the Mayoral elections today with interest.

Good luck, Londoners, whatever happens.

I did complain this morning about the heater not working and the fact that we just seem to be throwing money at EDF for no heat. J-J came round to take a look, stopped the heater, started it, stopped it again, restarted and declared that he believed it was working.

At that point an extremely good looking young man came round to measure my chimney (no euphamism intended). He noticed the bees in the chimney, which I had 'accidentally' forgotten about, and said that they will clean the chimney when they come to fit the log burner. They will also cap the chimney for us and he looks forward to seeing me again soon. Me too. (Jon was out this morning while I was surrounded by these nice French chaps!).

By the time I had finished having my chimney measured, J-J had left and I was under instruction to call the office at 3pm if nothing had changed. However, Andy and Chris, the company bosses called at midday to say that they would come over to look at the heater.

Jon and I stood anxiously watching and wondering if we had done something wrong (like buying the heater in the first place) but Andy, with infinite patience, adjusted the flow of water into the heater and we saw immediately that there was a difference in the heat in and the heat out, which continued to rise another degree.

We've watched all afternoon and it has gone up another 2 degrees.

Woo hoo! We might get that swim by the end of the weekend.

While I was cleaning again (still not managed to get all the sand out), Jon decided to clamber in the pool and have a rub at the walls - he declined to immerse himself completely but was up to his waist in rather chilly water.

Sorry. No photo!