Today is super, because the gas man came in to give me a quote on a new boiler. Two thousand fecking euro!!
Son rang me last night from Panama. I need a ticket home mum. Nearly 700 euro.
Daughter needs to pay fees for exams in June – over 100 euro.
An “investment” needs some investing. I can’t divulge much about that but it is the same as a ticket home from Panama or San Diego.
The only upside to this, is that when the gas man came in, I asked him about our immersion, which died a few years ago. He told me there was a reset button on the top of the tank and he tapped it and said that should do the trick.
The only problem was…it didn’t do the trick.
I am like a dog with a bone. I wanted hot water and I wanted it now. I tried the reset button with my finger a number of times. Then I tried it with my toothbrush. Nothing happened.
I tried the timer and was ready to tear apart the whole fecking thing in a rage. I had googled every possible scenario apart from taking the whole thing apart. The fear of electrocution kept me somewhat calm and away from the scary bits.
Then I went back upstairs with a chinese noodle stick and a torch and I stuck the noodle stick down on the reset button. I heard a click!
There was a sweet humming sound and I gleefully made my way down stairs and prayed like crazy. I turned on the taps after a while – hot water!
It did turn off after a bit. Daughter and I have both had a shower. I am sitting in my pjs feeling oh so clean and fresh.
It has turned off again…but oh joy. Feeling good for now.
Gas man back on Thursday to fix everything. I hope.
Good luck America!