muninnhuginn | But we need the umbrellas at home

Hot water cylinder sprang leak. Drip. Drip. Wet hall ceiling, soggy stairs, damps floor in hallway. That's several days ago. We're getting good at catching drips and mopping floors. Drip. Drip. It was all fitted wrong (odd that's what the last heating engineer said and we thought he'd fixed it) and is actually dangerous. So we've been living with a potential bomb in the bathroom for the last eight years. (Never did like the idea of hot water under pressure like that.) We need a new cylinder, a bigger heat sink on our stove, and still don't know how we're going to heat the water. And it'll cost. We have hot water, if we switch the stop-cock to the cylinder back on (what and risk an explosion? our inner voices screech!). We're running the stove only when necessary: so it's cold and cooking's gonna be fun (we do have an electric kettle--somewhere--and a toaster). Even the ravens sometimes think a trip to somewhere with winter sunshine would be welcome.

End of domestic moan.