This week was going rather well. I managed to get everything that I wanted done at TGW on Monday, and have managed to put in more hours on my freelance transcribing job for The Other Great Work in Duke Humfrey per day than I have previously succeeded in doing. The prospect of a fatter than usual pay packet in October beckoned. But then:
I was washing up this evening when I realised that the hot water was, in fact, remarkably cold. I put the booster on, and was faced with a cracking sound and all the lights and the television and the computer going out of action. I found the main switch and turned on the lights, and tried the booster again - the same thing happened. Now if the problem is the booster, then it's still in guarantee; if it's the boiler itself, then I'd rather get the friendly plumber-cum-heating engineer who has done work for me and turned away money in the past to do the job. But which..?
I was washing up this evening when I realised that the hot water was, in fact, remarkably cold. I put the booster on, and was faced with a cracking sound and all the lights and the television and the computer going out of action. I found the main switch and turned on the lights, and tried the booster again - the same thing happened. Now if the problem is the booster, then it's still in guarantee; if it's the boiler itself, then I'd rather get the friendly plumber-cum-heating engineer who has done work for me and turned away money in the past to do the job. But which..?