Well, not quite. We're having another condensing boiler, as the amount of work required to swap to a combi boiler would be horrific - as we would have to have the hot water tank in the airing cupboard removed, and all the pipework capped off.
So, we have had (and accepted) a very reasonable quote from A1 Gas Force to install the new boiler. The engineer thought that they would have to dig a soakaway as it's a condensing boiler, and were quite surprised when they found that we already had the pipework in place.
In fairness, the old (and condemned) boiler was one of the first condensing boilers on the market, but they only really took off about 16 years ago, so it wasn't really surprising that they didn't realise what it was.
And the best bit? It's being fitted on Thursday, so we should (hopefully) have full heating back on line on Thursday night. It can't come soon enough for me, as I don't like getting out of the shower in a cold bathroom.
Ah well, time to call this quits, as I need to get to bed early - got to be in the playpen for 08:00 tomorrow morning.....
Back soon,
Karen
Still cold in Darkest Warwickshire
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The condemned boiler...
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Well, Storm Dennis did for the boiler what Storm Ciara couldn't. It finished the boiler off. But, in fairness to the boiler, it was old - nearly 30 years old to be honest, so it didn't really owe us anything...
Mum called British Gas today to have a look, and the engineer opened the boiler case, and it was flooded. So, it was kaput, and the gas has been turned off at the meter, as the heating was the only thing that ran on gas.
It also has a large sticker on the case:
So, we now have the "fun" of getting a replacement boiler. And the problem is, Mum and I don't have the foggiest what to go for. We're looking at a combi boiler, but to be honest? Neither of us have any idea what size or anything else to go for...
Ah well, time to call this quits - my fingers are getting cold, so I'm off to toast by the fire.
Back when I know what is happening with the heating...
Karen
Frozen in Darkest Warwickshire
Mum called British Gas today to have a look, and the engineer opened the boiler case, and it was flooded. So, it was kaput, and the gas has been turned off at the meter, as the heating was the only thing that ran on gas.
It also has a large sticker on the case:
So, we now have the "fun" of getting a replacement boiler. And the problem is, Mum and I don't have the foggiest what to go for. We're looking at a combi boiler, but to be honest? Neither of us have any idea what size or anything else to go for...
Ah well, time to call this quits - my fingers are getting cold, so I'm off to toast by the fire.
Back when I know what is happening with the heating...
Karen
Frozen in Darkest Warwickshire
Storm Ciara and the boiler
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Bloody bad weather has buggered up the boiler. It tries to start up, then trips the main circuit breaker.
We think that the rain may have gotten in, and keeps extinguishing the pilot light (it's a condensing gas boiler) so it won't fire up.
Just means that Mum and I will have to wrap up in a fleecy blanket, and use the fire in the living room for heat.
Sooner this damned weather clears, the better. And at least it's not freezing cold. Just wet and windy!
Not nice, but at least we have power.....
Back when I know what the hell is going on with the boiler.
Karen
Waiting for the weather to improve
We think that the rain may have gotten in, and keeps extinguishing the pilot light (it's a condensing gas boiler) so it won't fire up.
Just means that Mum and I will have to wrap up in a fleecy blanket, and use the fire in the living room for heat.
Sooner this damned weather clears, the better. And at least it's not freezing cold. Just wet and windy!
Not nice, but at least we have power.....
Back when I know what the hell is going on with the boiler.
Karen
Waiting for the weather to improve
On the squeak.
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Yet again, I have been hit with the lurgy. A triple whammy this time, with a dose of ‘flu (ok – not too bad – I’d had the jab), a chest infection and my asthma deciding to go haywire.
The ‘flu and the chest infection haven’t really helped my asthma, and when I went to see the doctor on Friday morning, I was squeaking and wheezing like there was no tomorrow – so it was straight onto the antibiotics and steroid pills (enough to get Mum to duck if I started coughing) and plenty of rest and fluids.
Ok – that go me through until Monday, when I started having to rely really heavily on my blue inhaler, but it didn’t really seem to help. So, back to the doctor I duly go, only to be put on a nebuliser.
This looks like an oxygen mask, with a little pot underneath which seemed to have two colourless liquids mixed in, and was then placed over the nose and mouth, with the instructions to breathe normally.
Ok – so far so good. However, it reminded me of a compressor (guess it was in a way) and all I could see was a sort of vapour escaping from the two side vents. But there was one slight drawback – I had to take my glasses off so that I could read, as the mask was a little too big for me. But, beggars can’t be choosers, and I have to admit that it has helped (as has having a hot water bottle semi permanently attached!)
Now onto the other problem… The boiler has started to play up, meaning that there is little heating in the house (hence the hot water bottle) and British Gas (in their alleged infinite wisdom) decided that as the boiler was running after a fashion, that they would cancel the engineer’s visit that I had booked for Tuesday PM.
Now that was ok on Monday, as the solution that my beloved gave me on Sunday night (bleed the radiators of air bubbles) had seemed to work. But this boiler has proven over the years to be a temperamental little SOB, and has now decided to really play silly buggers. It looks like the air pressure switch is playing up, meaning that the burner won’t catch properly (ah, the joys of the trouble shooting guide in the boiler handbook.)
Now comes the real kick in the teeth. Because the blasted thing is 20 years old, it would be very difficult to get another service contract on it, despite the fact that it normally runs without any problems. So, as I type this, I am sitting at my computer cursing British Gas and wishing that we had insisted on the engineer coming out, whilst Mum is giving British Gas a real blasting on the ‘phone.
I doubt that it will do much good, but I can understand her frustration, as we cancelled the original appointment at the request of British Gas, as we did have heating of a sort. However, the minute we try and point out that one of our neighbours is having a routine service visit, we then get told that because it was booked several weeks ago, then that can’t be changed. Thanks for bloody nothing.
It makes me wonder what the smeg my family have paid out all this money to British Gas over the years for this damned service contract, when all the dopes at the call centre can do is suggest that we go and buy a dimplex heater from B & Q. congratulations – they’ve sold out, and we are snowed in, so even if we wanted to get one, we can’t get out.
Ah well, guess I should go and reheat the hot water bottle and find something to keep myself out of mischief…
Back when I get the chance.
Karen
Now some things you hold on to - and some you just let go
Seems like the ones that you can't have
Are the ones that you want most
The ‘flu and the chest infection haven’t really helped my asthma, and when I went to see the doctor on Friday morning, I was squeaking and wheezing like there was no tomorrow – so it was straight onto the antibiotics and steroid pills (enough to get Mum to duck if I started coughing) and plenty of rest and fluids.
Ok – that go me through until Monday, when I started having to rely really heavily on my blue inhaler, but it didn’t really seem to help. So, back to the doctor I duly go, only to be put on a nebuliser.
This looks like an oxygen mask, with a little pot underneath which seemed to have two colourless liquids mixed in, and was then placed over the nose and mouth, with the instructions to breathe normally.
Ok – so far so good. However, it reminded me of a compressor (guess it was in a way) and all I could see was a sort of vapour escaping from the two side vents. But there was one slight drawback – I had to take my glasses off so that I could read, as the mask was a little too big for me. But, beggars can’t be choosers, and I have to admit that it has helped (as has having a hot water bottle semi permanently attached!)
Now onto the other problem… The boiler has started to play up, meaning that there is little heating in the house (hence the hot water bottle) and British Gas (in their alleged infinite wisdom) decided that as the boiler was running after a fashion, that they would cancel the engineer’s visit that I had booked for Tuesday PM.
Now that was ok on Monday, as the solution that my beloved gave me on Sunday night (bleed the radiators of air bubbles) had seemed to work. But this boiler has proven over the years to be a temperamental little SOB, and has now decided to really play silly buggers. It looks like the air pressure switch is playing up, meaning that the burner won’t catch properly (ah, the joys of the trouble shooting guide in the boiler handbook.)
Now comes the real kick in the teeth. Because the blasted thing is 20 years old, it would be very difficult to get another service contract on it, despite the fact that it normally runs without any problems. So, as I type this, I am sitting at my computer cursing British Gas and wishing that we had insisted on the engineer coming out, whilst Mum is giving British Gas a real blasting on the ‘phone.
I doubt that it will do much good, but I can understand her frustration, as we cancelled the original appointment at the request of British Gas, as we did have heating of a sort. However, the minute we try and point out that one of our neighbours is having a routine service visit, we then get told that because it was booked several weeks ago, then that can’t be changed. Thanks for bloody nothing.
It makes me wonder what the smeg my family have paid out all this money to British Gas over the years for this damned service contract, when all the dopes at the call centre can do is suggest that we go and buy a dimplex heater from B & Q. congratulations – they’ve sold out, and we are snowed in, so even if we wanted to get one, we can’t get out.
Ah well, guess I should go and reheat the hot water bottle and find something to keep myself out of mischief…
Back when I get the chance.
Karen
Now some things you hold on to - and some you just let go
Seems like the ones that you can't have
Are the ones that you want most
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