Mon calorifer, c'est fucké
As French-Canadians would say, my heating is really, really up the swanee. After the briefest of splutters, it died again. For those not in the Belfast area, tonight is, at least in windchill terms, as cold as it ever gets here with temperatures about +1C but biting, gale force, winds.
Fortunately, I'm ensconced in my (warm) old bedroom in my parents' until the situation gets sorted. Even more fortunately, I'm only renting, so the cost of fixing it is up to the landlord. But I had been meaning to, you know, make the house not look like I'd only moved in yesterday before inviting him around.
Fortunately, I'm ensconced in my (warm) old bedroom in my parents' until the situation gets sorted. Even more fortunately, I'm only renting, so the cost of fixing it is up to the landlord. But I had been meaning to, you know, make the house not look like I'd only moved in yesterday before inviting him around.