Fixing things
Today I got up at Half One and discovered that despite my hoping for a miracle, the Boiler still wouldn't boil.
I decided that I would need to call my Landlady, but I also figured taht she might be more agreable to helping me if I paid the rent into her account.
So I got dressed and headed down to Leytonstone High Road with a view to taking the 257 up to Stratford, the home of the nearest Nationwide Branch (thanks for reminding me, I need to look up their locations on the internet so I can find on on Monday).
I saw a 257 taking passengers in the distance. Dang.
I ran into Cecil, my flatmate, who had noticed that the boiler wasn't working when he went for a shower this morning. I told him my plan and he let me on my way.
Just after another 257 passed. Double Dang.
To kill time I jumped into Haff's Net Caff and checked my Email. Thanks for the message Gus.
I finally caught another 257 to Stratford and discovered that Nationwide Branches are open on Saturday. And they close at 12. It was nearly two. Three Dangs and counting.
I took the next 257 back to Leytonstone and called Alison my landlady. She was happy to hear about my new job, she told me that there definitily is a Nationwide Branch in Islington and that she would make calls about the boiler.
She got back to me ten minutes later with a phone number to call for a bloke that would come and look at the boiler. I had to call him since she didn't know the make and model. She also needed me to get a quote, and pay the man, that amount counting towards my rent for this month.
I copied down the number and tried to make the call. It turns out that calling Alison before meant that my Phone Credit had run down from over £2 to 33p. Bugger.
Knowing that Alison was going to call back in another 10 minutes, I ran down to the corner store to get my phone topped up (fortunately their connection was working) and ran back to the flat to call the Technician.
Thankfully, there was still time to call him. He told me that he would come around sometime between Seven and Eight. Joy! Hot water would soon be restored.
Alison was happy to hear about this. I started ironing clothes while I waited, playing KMFDM pretty loud.
Half and hour early the bloke got to the flat.
He got the hot water working again, and commented that the sensor inside the boiler which was supposed to boil water when the central heating wasn't on wasnt' working.
Masao, Cecil and I had all noticed this, we just thought it was a weird design fault. Klaus had just shrugged his shoulders and pined 'The hot water system here is sooo annoying.' before moving to North London.
In any case, the chap's appearance today cost £50, but he would be back on Monday to fix the boiler with a new part, costing £80.
Cecil would take care of that. Yay.
He left, I finished my ironing and had a hot shower.
Hooray.
Now I think I'll go get myself a steak.
Over and out.
J
I decided that I would need to call my Landlady, but I also figured taht she might be more agreable to helping me if I paid the rent into her account.
So I got dressed and headed down to Leytonstone High Road with a view to taking the 257 up to Stratford, the home of the nearest Nationwide Branch (thanks for reminding me, I need to look up their locations on the internet so I can find on on Monday).
I saw a 257 taking passengers in the distance. Dang.
I ran into Cecil, my flatmate, who had noticed that the boiler wasn't working when he went for a shower this morning. I told him my plan and he let me on my way.
Just after another 257 passed. Double Dang.
To kill time I jumped into Haff's Net Caff and checked my Email. Thanks for the message Gus.
I finally caught another 257 to Stratford and discovered that Nationwide Branches are open on Saturday. And they close at 12. It was nearly two. Three Dangs and counting.
I took the next 257 back to Leytonstone and called Alison my landlady. She was happy to hear about my new job, she told me that there definitily is a Nationwide Branch in Islington and that she would make calls about the boiler.
She got back to me ten minutes later with a phone number to call for a bloke that would come and look at the boiler. I had to call him since she didn't know the make and model. She also needed me to get a quote, and pay the man, that amount counting towards my rent for this month.
I copied down the number and tried to make the call. It turns out that calling Alison before meant that my Phone Credit had run down from over £2 to 33p. Bugger.
Knowing that Alison was going to call back in another 10 minutes, I ran down to the corner store to get my phone topped up (fortunately their connection was working) and ran back to the flat to call the Technician.
Thankfully, there was still time to call him. He told me that he would come around sometime between Seven and Eight. Joy! Hot water would soon be restored.
Alison was happy to hear about this. I started ironing clothes while I waited, playing KMFDM pretty loud.
Half and hour early the bloke got to the flat.
He got the hot water working again, and commented that the sensor inside the boiler which was supposed to boil water when the central heating wasn't on wasnt' working.
Masao, Cecil and I had all noticed this, we just thought it was a weird design fault. Klaus had just shrugged his shoulders and pined 'The hot water system here is sooo annoying.' before moving to North London.
In any case, the chap's appearance today cost £50, but he would be back on Monday to fix the boiler with a new part, costing £80.
Cecil would take care of that. Yay.
He left, I finished my ironing and had a hot shower.
Hooray.
Now I think I'll go get myself a steak.
Over and out.
J
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