That feeling when you've removed 9999 rusty flat-head screws (because of course they are flat-head, so harder to get a grip on) and you prod the thing that should now be easy to remove and realise glumly that it must be either nailed or glued. Probably both.
Still, Theo is being very encouraging by watching wide-eyed and occasionally wagging sympathetically when I tell him how difficult it all is.
After some days of fabulous weather, today we have rain and sweeping gusts of wind stirring Milford Haven into small foamy crests. A good day for being indoors, at least!
Well, I hope he will, anyway. We have an F75 error and the boiler will not boot up, which means no central heating! It did the same thing yesterday, but that was too high pressure, and I was able to get it to start by bleeding the radiators. But now although the pressure is only at 2.1, no heat :-(
It's moderately cold, by Cornish standards (around 2 degrees C in the day time and maybe 2 below at night) so hurray for the gas fire and electric shower to keep us moderately warm until the boilerman come. I remembered the existence of the immersion heater, having checked my previous boiler posts (I knew this journal had a practical value) and have just turned it on. With luck this is a minimal level of competence which will avert the Sarcasm of the Boilerman.
We'd probably be comfortably warm if we had got round to getting the back doors properly sealed (draughty!) and if it wasn't windy enough that the catflap keeps flapping, bringing an added chill to the utility room. I like the new curtains that I bought for the back doors, but I bought them in the summer, forgetting that winter-weight curtains with draught-excluding properties are a boon. Hey ho.
In theory, we get to buy the new house on Monday. However, the seller of the house that our sellers are moving to has apparently had a tantrum and cancelled her removal company, so who knows. *holds up hands in bafflement as a statement of surrender to the elements*
It had a long list of passwords that it thought it knew and wanted me to change.
I assume that it got them from some very ancient data dump. There were a bunch of things on there I'd forgotten I ever had a password to, and of the things that I actually still use, none of the passwords was even close to being up to date. I wonder why it assumed that I was still using passwords from... idk, probably around 2010, at a guess? Maybe earlier.