A Blogger in Black

On returning home from a trip, normally I can pull in and commence unloading the car pretty close to the entrance lobby, however there was a pile of rubble barriered off which put paid to that. Parking up and hauling the first load through the quad it became apparent that there had been some emergency work going on whilst I‘d been away. A sizable trench had been dug right by the door exposing a thick electrical cable. I fully expected to find no power in the flat and whilst the freezers weren’t full, I worried that I’d lost their contents. Fortunately, all seemed to be well and the heaters were hurriedly switched on with er, gay abandon. From experience there was no danger of burst pipes – sandwiched in between the ground and second floor the flat never gets really cold but the recent cold snap had certainly made its presence felt. The flat had no central heating when we bought it in 2013, although circuits for storage heaters were still there, along with an economy 7 meter. After much...

Sunday and it had been another very cold night, me cranking up the heating in the early hours when nature came calling. Tea was taken, the water being boiled in a saucepan on the hob. The leccy had gone off again soon after I’d switched on the kettle, despite it being a small low power one and me turning down the heating. Again though, all was ok on board and at the bollard. After the cuppa I made my way to see one of the Warden’s but they already knew about it and assured me it would be on shortly – and so it was. He came to see me later and apologised profusely – although there was really no need, it was hardly a drama. It was not the fault of anyone on site but something in the main control panel, which had now been reported. Thankfully it didn’t happen anymore during my stay. Sandra: Sunday morning arrived and a leisurely start to the morning was in order.   We were due to leave around 10.30 as we had an hour and half journey to go to Richard’s cousin Andy and his wife ...