We have no heating, except for a rather good electric heater Ina picked up yesterday, which is being used to make the living room acceptable, and no hot water. Having washed all over in ice cold water this morning, I do that feel there is not much to recommend it. We also have a resident heating engineer knocking holes in walls and floors. The old boiler has been removed and the new bigger and more powerful condensing boiler has been attached to our new utility room wall, had a flue fitted, and very smart copper pipework run to the service shaft, but the hot water tank and shower pump are still to do, as is the replacement radiator in the small bedroom, that started to leak in the summer. Then, of course, we will find out whether it works!
Brian just poked his head in to announce he is cutting off the gas. It'll be takeaway toning.
I am halfway through the recently received draft novel from one of my flist (she knows who she is) for a does-it-make-sense final read from members of the Milford crit group, and, despite not enjoying reading on the computer, I am having a great time. Yes, it does make sense so far, though I am having to concentrate. My own writing has come to a halt due to the need to make inroads into the cleaning-up and throwing away. I know what I have to do, and will be looking for first draft readers some time in the New Year.
It is very quiet without the LLD, though the cats have done more damage in their 15 year depredations. We keep discovering more. *sigh*