This afternoon, I removed some floorboards. Apparently, our boiler has an incorrect width gas pipe, which is unfortunately buried in concrete.
So, the new boiler requires a larger pipe and the easiest way to fit one is to follow a path from the front of the house, upstairs and through bedrooms, before returning through the kitchen ceiling at the back of the house.
In a bad situation, there’s often a positive. It was interesting to see that joists had been connected with pegged mortise and tenon joints.
Switched to calendar days; a bigger number, but a more satisfying countdown.
I might have to be sensible more often. After a few pints of Guinness after work, then a takeaway pizza, I retired much earlier than usual.
Which enabled an early start to my Saturday. This morning, at a time I’d usually be eating toast, I’ve already:
– Been to the bank to withdraw boiler funds
– Collected a prescription
– Bought (and consumed) a Greggs’ vegan sausage roll
– Bought my first beer of the day
For the latter, I chose a refreshing blood orange IPA, in the Mean Eyed Cat. Well, after all, I’d usually be drinking orange juice at this time of day.