Barking Mad

The boiler man arrived at 5.45 p.m. and left an hour later. I thought that if I started cooking, he would be anxious to be off home as soon as possible for his dinner, but he was actually going to watch MK Dons v Wimbledon.

Having consumed a couple of beers and eaten dinner, we settled down in the lounge with a cup of tea and it immediately became clear the heating wasn't on. JJ headed for the instruction manual and set about trying to reset the boiler, to no avail. He made another attempt this morning and succeeded in getting it going before I leapt crawled out of bed.

Needless to say, when British Gas asked for an online survey, JJ pointed out the problem we had encountered. A shame really, because the guy was very pleasant.

Photographic class this morning and a short walk this afternoon. This is a chunk of bark from a Silver Birch.