What a day.
Woke up to no hot water. Looked at the boiler and it was flashing. Never a good sign, I guess. So, being an ex-IT man I did what any self-respecting ex-IT man would do, I switched it off and switched it back on again.
Nada.
So I phoned the guy who installed it over a year ago and he told me, in about a minute, how to fix it. It was just underpressurised and was surprised I never had to top it up before now.
I was quite pleased, really, in a way, because it is not that long ago when something like that would have sent me really frit, whereas I handled it without going all wobbly. I must be getting better.
Then my tumble dryer was on its way, having been in for repair for just over a month. But as I was clearing out the laundry room for its return, I noticed that the floor was all wet. Not paddling wet, but wet, and over a large area.
Just then Ray turned up, as did the delivery men. Ray helped me clean up, the delivery men left the TD in the hall and we tried to find out where the water was coming from. The washing machine wasn't leaking, so it's not that. We came to the conclusion that it must be coming in from outside, since we removed the downspout to install the Cat5 and power. So I'll just have to keep my eye on it. The whole room is damp at skirting level, that part of the house is below ground level and these houses were built without a DPC.
So it was 10.30 by the time we did anything constructive.
I say "we" but as usual it was Ray grafting and me running about. He re-laid the block paving we'd had to lift for the services,
I went out and bought a couple of bags of sand and made 1,872 trips to the tip with rubble and general waste. Then, after lunch Ray started digging the soakaway
Actually that is Ray's little joke. He was pretending he'd dug it rather deeper than it really was:
while I made another couple of million tip trips. It's a good job that the tip is only a couple of streets away.
Then I had a thought. A late thought. Is it OK where it is? So I rang Kevin the BCO. "It needs to be 5m from the building". Well it was only 2m from the workshop, but if it was 5m from my workshop it would be less than 5m from the log cabin. "Just get it as far away as you can, then".
So with much more cheer than I would have, Ray started to fill in the "practice" hole with the contents of the new hole.
He soon hit concrete, a buried fence-post base, as well as thick plastic membrane, a wiper blade, a wiper motor, loads of glass again and lumps of clay.
We knocked off at about 4, I had a quick turn-around and drove for 2 hours to my mum in hospital. I've just got back and now I am knackered.