I haven’t had a bath for days. And no, we don’t have a shower. I got the most recent bath in our house, because the boiler broke just after I had mine on Wednesday morning. I don’t stink, thanks to the kettle and the washing up bowl from the sink.
Fortunately the radiator side of the boiler still works, so the house is warm. If that wasn’t working, things would be much worse.
Until now, I didn’t realised how expensive boilers are or how expensive they are to repair. That’s when you can find someone to fix it. The wife began to ring around to find an repairman and everyone was either not taking on new customers or couldn’t get to it for days and days. Because I’m disabled, we are part of a Government scheme to maintain the boiler. When the wife rang them, they said they don’t do or arrange repairs and there is a six-month waiting list for maintenance. Not a lot of use there.
She finally had to call British Gas, even though we have become accustomed to being screwed by them for bills we don’t owe, since we aren’t their gas customer. They promised to send someone to fix it on Thursday, but only if we agreed to a year-long maintenance contract on a monthly payment. Their man showed up but had to order a part. Someone else was supposed to install it today. He was told to ring first, because the wife would be in all day, except for the school run.
Well, you know how this story goes. He didn’t ring and he showed up during the school run. And he wouldn’t come back. The wife called British Gas and complained, but they wouldn’t budge. So now it’s tomorrow. (Tomorrow, tomorrow, I love ya, tomorrow, you’re only a day away.)