befogged

Pump for old boiler is inexplicably in our bedroom, in the corner, under my wardrobe. Gary the Gas Man is as bemused about Where Stuff Is in this house as Rog The Decorator (who only managed to find the main water stopcock when he removed the kitchen floor - of all the thoroughly bizarre places to put it!) has been. Apparently the pump is normally somewhere more accessible and rather closer to the actual boiler than in an entirely different room and on a different floor. New boiler, now resplendently new and energy-efficient looking in what was previously an unnecessarily large bathroom cupboard, has pump inside it like a sensible appliance and should therefore not present this problem to future occupants of the house. 

Still, for Gary the Gas Man to connect new boiler up and disconnect old boiler safely the old pump needs to be capped off and therefore the dratted thing needs to be got at. Our predecessors’ removal of the fitted wardrobes from the conveniently fitted wardrobe-sized alcove is actually proving to have been a helpful choice after all. Whoda thunkit.

Contents of wardrobe are now on the bed and in the little spare room and me and the birds have decamped to the big spare room. Birds weren’t impressed at this manoevre (well, if someone started rolling my house somewhere different I’d be a bit startled, too), but have responded to the crisis by eating lots, peering interestedly at everything, and squabbling to be the bird on the perch nearest the window. 

Gary The Gas Man reckons he should be able to get what he needs to do in there done today so can put the wardrobe and its contents back again this evening. Fingers crossed.

Immediately after this unexpected shifting of stuff, pets and self, sale-purchased flooring for downstairs turned up as promised and seems to be all present and correct. Renewed satisfaction in our choice of style and colouring. Second chappie met me at door to offer a quote for trimming our lamentably overgrown front hedge at precise same time as was attempting to count packs of flooring and sign delivery note. We do need hedge trimming, but as I was at that time trying to work, take delivery of 32 packs of laminate flooring, talk to decorator bod and not trip over the temporary pipe leading from old boiler to outside was really not in frame of mind to consider An Extra Thing. Took leaflet and said appropriately half-interested, half-non-commital things.

Scuttled upstairs, established reasonably comfy pillow arrangement on spare room bed, had foresight to remember to bring snack supplies and knitting-for-lunchtime in, and shut the door on all the palaver in attempt to do work. Work quite relaxing, after all that!

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