You may recall, dear reader, this post where I mentioned our tempramental radiators.
Well, today I fixed them.
Last night was a particularly cold night at Lithaborn Towers, and as the thermometer in the living room dipped below 17 celcius, I consented that something was, indeed, fucked.
I checked circuit breakers, I tapped flues, I changed fuses, I flipped switches, I burned matches.
Nada.
By then it was 3am, so I lit the fire and went to bed.
With one kid off to school and the other eating breakfast, I was free to resume my investigations this morning. Didn't get very far though, as younger anklebiter is going through her "superglue" phase - as in "sticking to me like superglue".
Anyway, we sat in the warm glow of the fire all day, ignoring the frost thickening on the rest of the house until 3pm.
When, in a flash of frustration-born inspiration, I aimed a punch at the thermostat.
So, anyway, everything's fine now...
