All Better (and warm!) Now.
I called the repairman for my broken heater, and he could come nearly right away. Normally, I have my day off on Thursday, so I called work and said I'd swap - stay home today, come in tomorrow. Boss D tried to object, but I just cut in saying "look, it's not going to matter whether I stay home today or tomorrow, it's 14 degrees Celcius in my living room (that's 57 Fahrenheit!), I cannot take a shower, there's a repairman willing to come today, and so there's just no way I'm going to voluntarily postpone that till tomorrow." And she gave in.
*yay for winning out in a battle with the boss*
So, the repairman came, (I almost kissed him when he arrived) and as it turned out, my 8 year old central heating boiler has been wired up incorrectly ever since it was installed. Apparently, it's a miracle it has been working all this time, and when the pressure dropped below a certain critical point yesterday, it just couldn't get itself started again even after I'd restored water pressure. (I can proudly mention that I did not, in fact, as I did last time, flood my bathroom in the process. Well, not much, anyway.)
I was rather surprised at the findings - and so was Mr. LifeSavingRepairMan - but he did know how to fix it, which was really all that mattered as far as I was concerned.
He fixed it. I showered. I got warm. All was well with the world again.
After that, I felt SO much better. I went out to get some groceries and some fresh air, got myself a face mask and some new (cheapy) earrings, ate a nice dinner, and felt better than I have in a month after all that. So, another yay:
*yay for Mr. LifeSavingRepairMan who fixed my central heating and my winter depression all in one go*
I can't put into words the renewed appreciation I have of living in a modern age with central heating and warm water.
*yay for winning out in a battle with the boss*
So, the repairman came, (I almost kissed him when he arrived) and as it turned out, my 8 year old central heating boiler has been wired up incorrectly ever since it was installed. Apparently, it's a miracle it has been working all this time, and when the pressure dropped below a certain critical point yesterday, it just couldn't get itself started again even after I'd restored water pressure. (I can proudly mention that I did not, in fact, as I did last time, flood my bathroom in the process. Well, not much, anyway.)
I was rather surprised at the findings - and so was Mr. LifeSavingRepairMan - but he did know how to fix it, which was really all that mattered as far as I was concerned.
He fixed it. I showered. I got warm. All was well with the world again.
After that, I felt SO much better. I went out to get some groceries and some fresh air, got myself a face mask and some new (cheapy) earrings, ate a nice dinner, and felt better than I have in a month after all that. So, another yay:
*yay for Mr. LifeSavingRepairMan who fixed my central heating and my winter depression all in one go*
I can't put into words the renewed appreciation I have of living in a modern age with central heating and warm water.