Life is dominated by tubes and pipes

In half an hour or so I get to go home and wait for the boiler bloke to turn up and pronounce the boiler at the Athenaeum Club working and well, whilst we tenants are hopeless imbeciles.

If, as expected, the boiler behaves perfectly in his presence, I am tempted to staple him to the floor and keep him there as some kind of talisman. What is certain is that although temperatures are forecast to recover again for the weekend and the long term forecast is for a mild winter (how do they know?), there will be cold snaps however brief and I for one want to be able to take hot showers and switch radiators on and off without worrying about kicking the boiler each time.

I see that there are severe delays on the Victoria Line. That means that I am going to have to be creative in plotting my route home. There are minor delays on the Circle and District Lines too, though they should be of only marginal irritation if I decide to use them and change at Embankment for the Northern Line.

Let's see. I absolutely have to be home by 2pm; the tube system is creaking loudly. I hear the scampering of Karma Pixie feet.

And my cold is worse, too; my own personal pipes are blocked.

Life is dominated by tubes and pipes

In half an hour or so I get to go home and wait for the boiler bloke to turn up and pronounce the boiler at the Athenaeum Club working and well, whilst we tenants are hopeless imbeciles.

If, as expected, the boiler behaves perfectly in his presence, I am tempted to staple him to the floor and keep him there as some kind of talisman. What is certain is that although temperatures are forecast to recover again for the weekend and the long term forecast is for a mild winter (how do they know?), there will be cold snaps however brief and I for one want to be able to take hot showers and switch radiators on and off without worrying about kicking the boiler each time.

I see that there are severe delays on the Victoria Line. That means that I am going to have to be creative in plotting my route home. There are minor delays on the Circle and District Lines too, though they should be of only marginal irritation if I decide to use them and change at Embankment for the Northern Line.

Let's see. I absolutely have to be home by 2pm; the tube system is creaking loudly. I hear the scampering of Karma Pixie feet.

And my cold is worse, too; my own personal pipes are blocked.

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We seem to have a working boiler and all that entails.

At last HOT showers without having to plan well ahead and press the over ride button a dozen or so times! More to the point, for the first time in a while, the bath is a viable alternative - though I still prefer the shower. Oh yes: central heating too. Even through my virus-infested nasal passages I picked up on the smell of radiators warming up after a summer's disuse.

Now all I have to do is shake off this cold and all will be hunky dorey.

So a day's worth of progress, then. Glyn sans LJ has picked up my moribund PC and will return it on Sunday upgraded and alive with all-new, all-singing, all-dancing upgrades that actually work. It's been a month now, and while I like my little lappie, it doesn't have the applications I want which are all locked on my dear old PC. That reminds me, the floppy drive on it is coming up to 10 years old and is the only survivor of the uncounted upgrades that have seen the computer mutate and evolve from an early Pentium to whatever it will be on Sunday. The fact that the box will be black, the floppy, DVD and CD ROM drives grey and the keyboard off-white gives an idea of the Frankenstein's monster of a hybrid I shall be using.

Can't wait.

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We seem to have a working boiler and all that entails.

At last HOT showers without having to plan well ahead and press the over ride button a dozen or so times! More to the point, for the first time in a while, the bath is a viable alternative - though I still prefer the shower. Oh yes: central heating too. Even through my virus-infested nasal passages I picked up on the smell of radiators warming up after a summer's disuse.

Now all I have to do is shake off this cold and all will be hunky dorey.

So a day's worth of progress, then. Glyn sans LJ has picked up my moribund PC and will return it on Sunday upgraded and alive with all-new, all-singing, all-dancing upgrades that actually work. It's been a month now, and while I like my little lappie, it doesn't have the applications I want which are all locked on my dear old PC. That reminds me, the floppy drive on it is coming up to 10 years old and is the only survivor of the uncounted upgrades that have seen the computer mutate and evolve from an early Pentium to whatever it will be on Sunday. The fact that the box will be black, the floppy, DVD and CD ROM drives grey and the keyboard off-white gives an idea of the Frankenstein's monster of a hybrid I shall be using.

Can't wait.