I've had a new boiler installed.
For those of you who don't know - like me before my migration north of the river and away from electric heating (in the ceiling no less) and hot water - the boiler is an essential piece of kit in one's house here in the UK. It not only supplies the hot water but also fuels the gas heating.
And with the temperatures dipping into single figures this weekend, these two 'objet d'omesticity' have grown particularly close to my heart. Especially as, after arriving home earlier this month to a chill indoors, I had to break out the bedsocks twice in the space of a week.
So last week, the pipes were fitted and the new combi-boiler installed. Gidday HQ is toasty warm and ready for winter.
But there's been an unexpected bonus. The water pressure is amazing.
No more shimmying around under the dribble from the shower head.
No more waiting 20 minutes to run a bath.
And the kitchen sink is full within a minute or two. (Let's face it, the quicker I can get washing the dishes out of the way, the better. It's not my favourite chore but there are not many other options when there's no-one else to
It's gone from a trickle to a veritable torrent.
I didn't think it could happen but Fabulous Finchley just got even more fabulous.
I am one happy little Vegemite!
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