Central Heating

Now M & I are getting a joint account to pay the bills (before, she paid me a lump sum each month and I picked up the bills), she has decided that she ought to become a little more of an eco-warrior, by donning a blanket or an extra woollie now that the colder evenings are here, instead of turning up the central heating. (And every little helps, if we dont do it, who will? 100% low energy bulbs, now, too). Previously, she would jack the radiator up to 6 while she watched the TV, I would walk in, hear it hissing and straining and surreptitiously turn it down to the regulation 3. Later, of course, it would return to 6, until I detected it again. And so on.
Of course, good intentions easily fall by the wayside, and once again, as it is particularly chilly tonight, we are burning Russia's finest gas to heat the house.
Made Monty happy, who has also learned to heat his head on my reading light in the kitchen while he is warming his bottom on the radiator
As part of the switch on, I checked the pressure on the new boiler. It needed to be increased to 2bar, so like last year, I got out the screwdriver, crawled into the bottom of the airing cupboard, let in some pressure and dropped the screwdriver. Fortunately, this year, I rescued it and turned off the pressure at exactly the right pressure, instead of the boiler exploding, like I managed last year.