Well the boiler doesn’t work. It sits on the wall looking at me all shiny and gleaming and white. The very model of modern sleek efficiency. But yet, no hot water.
Apparently when they converted the building in flats way back when they didn’t run an appropriate size diameter gas pipe from where it enters the house to our flat. Our gas supply isn’t sufficient. It wasn’t even really sufficient for the old boiler hence the shower problem.
On Monday the plumbers return for another wodge of money to fix it. Fixing it entails a new big pipe from the back bedroom out into the communal hall along the corridor and into the front wall of our flat. Then under the hall and kitchen floorboards and so on until it reaches the boiler. New boilers are arse aren’t they?
I am slightly worried at the moment that our neighbours will hate us. Doing anything to the communal parts of the building requires the say so of the other freeholders. They are all very laid back and nice (and have even offered us the use of their showers until Monday) but I still feel uneasy. I don’t want to alienate them.
Next week the electrician is supposed to to be coming. I hope our electrical supply is sufficient from the hall into our flat for the new kitchen appliances. We’re changing from a gas to a ceramic hob so that’s a bit extra on the loading. Hmmm, you just know it won’t be, right? Oh well.
Today the two chandeliers I bought for the kitchen and bedroom are due to arrive.
I need tea.
