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*