Hot Water

Trying to assemble my thoughts to check whether there are any worth sharing.

Yesterday I didn’t write because of a domestic crisis – when I got up, the radiators weren’t on, but I just thought that it wasn’t cold enough to trigger the thermostat – that’s happened a lot this autumn, because it’s been so mild. But then I tried to run some hot water to rinse out Miko’s food bowl, and realised that wasn’t working either. There was an error message on the boiler saying: ‘Low water pressure’, so I Googled that to see if I could find any advice, but nothing was very clear. Disaster – I was going to have to call someone! I scanned my phone contacts to see if I could identify the man who fixed my shower last year, but I could only find ‘Rob Heating’, and I was pretty sure he was the one who wasn’t much help – confirmed by the call record, which showed I’d called him once but there was no reply. After looking through old emails, trying to remember when it was, googling unidentified numbers on my phone to see if any related to a plumbing business, going through my accounts to see if I’d got an invoice from him, looking on ‘Checkatrade’ to see if any name rang a bell and wondering whether I should take a punt on anybody, and if so which one… I had another look on the phone contacts and spotted ‘Jon’, with ‘heating’ in small type underneath. I called him and he was able to put me right with what I needed to do, which was quite straightforward once I’d managed to look underneath the boiler (which was quite tricky, because it’s in a cupboard, and needed a torch, which when I found it needed batteries, so I had to find them as well…etc). But after all that I decided that was a good enough excuse to skip the writing for once, because the morning had already been disrupted enough.

Other excitement yesterday included: walking to the vet’s to pick up Miko’s thyroid medicine; having another go at cutting the hedge (think I’ve done enough on that now, except get rid of the clippings, which I’ve swept to the back of the forecourt between the bay and the wall); cutting back the clematis and passion flower which have been trailing over the lawn all summer, standing up the metal frame and pushing the top half into the ground so they can scramble over that (a temporary measure because I don’t suppose it will escape the winter storms, even though it’s now only half as tall as it was); and cutting with shears the grass that was underneath and around them. Today I might even run the lawnmower over the patch of long grass and miscellaneous weeds that covers the central section of my back garden.

Nothing very deep there. I had plenty of deep thoughts earlier, but decided that wittering on about trivial practicalities was safer today.