It’s day two of no heat thanks to the boiler going POP! The replacement part should be in stock tomorrow and we’re expecting the friendly repairman to grace our kitchen with it as soon as it’s in his capable hands.
Baking bread and other toasty-warm foods gives us an excuse to fire up the oven, which ticks up the ambient warmth a few degrees. If it gets any more chilly in here I could be forced to bake brownies… If you see me take off my sweatshirt, I’m justifying.
Well, here’s a picture of the inner workings of our boiler. I’m certain it thrills you. I would’ve thought it would thrill me, but actually, as curious about the guts of mechanical things as I am, this machine isn’t intriguing me. I did get wrapped up in trying to photograph the drips of water, but overall, this machine isn’t very interesting. I found it much more magical when it was keeping its secrets shrouded in sheet metal and my body cosy with its radiator-feeding goodness. The world is a better place for the occasional mystery.
I’m certain the warranty period must be over for most of the large appliances in the flat; in the last year we’ve had the shower partially replaced (the electric box that heats the water), the element in the oven, and now the boiler has a slow, but persistent, leak. Though none of it is our fault, I’m sure this will lead to a raise in rent. So it goes. At least I have a reason to bake brownies. Survival, baby. It’s all about survival. 😉