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. . .it pours.
At the turn of the year when we were experiencing very heavy rainfall in Norfolk I was putting some things in my loft when I discovered that the roof was leaking everywhere. My heart sank knowing that repairs would be costly. A period of visits and quotes from roofing contractors ensued. Roofers would suck teeth and mutter disapprovingly as they flashed their torches into the dark caven above us while I pleaded poverty. I eventually, reluctantly agreed to go ahead with the work with one of the contractors only to discover that he couldn’t begin work for another two months.
Fast forward 9 weeks and in lashing rain the scaffolders erected a cage of metal piping around the house and the roofers followed soon after to swiftly complete the repairs. Job done, bill paid, crisis over . . . albeit an expensive one.
A few thousand pounds worse off I returned to the studio, amist doom and gloom on all fronts, determined not to get stressed or depressed but to rise to the challenge and get some work done. I managed to get my head into a good place and knuckled down for a few days.
Then on Tuesday morning last week I woke to a very cold house, a broken down boiler, no central heating and no hot water. Ho hum. I called a local plumber who came and poked around the piping and cables and told me that the fault was with the pc board which would need to be replaced. I called the manufacturers who told me that the boiler was obsolete, that they no longer made replacement parts but they did give me a list of websites of companies that might have a replacement board. After a day on and off the phone and online I established that a pc board for a Worcester Bosch Thermotechnik 280 RSF is rarer than a toilet roll.
So I spent Wednesday accumulating quotes from companies for a new boiler, Thursday hosting visits from heating engineers and Friday going through the quotes to decide which company to go with. Having arrived at a decision and completed all the ‘paperwork’ online I then submitted a Remote Survey. This took the form of me providing series of photographs of the existing boiler, gas meter and boiler flue etc in order that the engineer who would be fitting the boiler could bring with him all the necessary equipment.
I then spoke with a technical representative from the company to go through the photos. He was concerned about the height of the flue and asked several times if it was easily accessible from ground level.
“Are QUITE sure that the engineer will not need anything more than a step ladder to reach the flue Mr Elliott?”
“Unless the engineer you are sending is a dwarf he will need nothing more than a step ladder. But if he is a dwarf he can sit on my shoulders and together we can get it done”
We ran through some other details and finally . . .
“I delighted to say that our engineer will be with you on Tuesday the 24th at 8am Mr Elliott”
“Fantastic and thank you . . . will it be Dopey, Bashful or Sleepy?”
“I promise you that given the current situation Mr Elliott it won’t be Sneezy”
. . . its now about 12 noon. No engineer (short or tall) and no boiler.
Until the next time heed the Government’s advice, stay well and God Bless.
PS: I had quite forgotten I had the above painting. It was hanging in my spare room waiting to go to one of the several exhibitions that will no longer be taking place this year. Its surprising what you find waiting for a boiler.