Here’s hoping this problem is solved
Oh dear oh dear. This morning we woke to find that the boiler had stopped working. No heating or hot water. A quick look in the small outside room which houses the boiler quickly told me why the thing had stopped working. The floor was covered with water and there was a very steady spurt of water from one of the pipes in the room as all of the radiators emptied themselves. As you know it has been cold and snowy here for the past week or even month. Was the cold weather responsible for freezing the pipe and causing the joint to part. I don’t know, but I am not convinced that it was. Anyway, I phoned Stephan, who is a plumber. Now, Stephan is up to his ears in emergency work at the moment, there are burst pipes and boiler seizures all over Stratford, so he hasn’t had a moment to himself for quite some time. Over the phone he advised me on how to effect the repair. Luckily I had a new ‘olive’ (see the photo below) in the cellar and was able to unscrew the joint and replace the olive, which seemed to stop the leak. Very satisfactory, but sadly not the end of the story. Having effected the repair I filled the heating system with water once more, being careful not to over pressurise it. Once it was full I switched the boiler on and, Hey Presto it started, only to stop almost immediately. Air in the system. I went round the radiators one by one, bleeding them of their air. But it made no difference, the air wasn’t in the radiators, it was trapped in an inverted ‘U’ close to the boiler itself. It wouldn’t shift and the boiler just kept on overheating and shutting down after a minute or so of operation, meaning that the radiators remained ice cold. Not good. But I persevered with switching radiators off and on and bleeding, switching the pump off and on, just basically trying everything to get the water flowing. I desperately didn’t want to have the house cold tonight, not my sake, or Junko’s, it’s just important to keep everything warm so the other pipes don’t freeze and burst. After four hours of running up and downstairs, into the loft and out into the snow I’d had enough. Junko and I were sitting in the front room, in our usual spot watching the world go by along Evesham Place, when I heard a nice little ‘chick, chick, chick’ from somewhere, Junko heard it too and thought it came from next door. I didn’t say what I thought it was because II was fearful that I might be wrong. But I wasn’t. I had thought it was the warm water finally making its way to the radiator in the front room and within a few minutes of that sound I could feel the radiator getting warm. What a relief. Junko and I are now as snug as two little bugs under a rug. Let’s hope we stay that way for a while, with no more central heating dramas. I’d be happy with that as a Christmas present.Thank you Stephan for your telephone assistance.This is the olive that I replaced.And this is what the snow looked like this afternoon. It’s been here for five days now. For snow to stay on the ground as long as this is very unusual in Stratford.We had some great home made soup today, courtesy of Junko’s cookpot. Potato and celery. I think the potatoes came from Seiko’s allotment, they were part of October’s harvest. The celery, I am pretty sure, came from Morrison’s supermarket. When I first knew Junko she hated celery, ah, those were the days.Quiz 362All of these answers are correct, but only one is a saying.“Never waste ………….”a) foodb) your moneyc) a crisisd) paperYesterday’s was b)