Things to do with Enya when you're not quite in bed

[peterbirks]

So, I came home, had a nap. Got up at 6pm. Felt cold. Realized that this was because theheating was off. Turned heating on. Looked at boiler. Saw that pressure was low. Turned two handles to let in water-flow to increase pressure. Turned handles off. Started playing on Paradise. Three minutes later, heard wooshing sound. "Is it raining?" I asked myself. Er, no. There was water pouring out of the back of the boiler. Panic. Phone poker player and boilerman Paul Meek.

"Hi Paul, how are you?"

"Not too good mate. Just had open heart surgery, and my insurance companies won't pay up".

"Oh, sorry to hear that. Anyway, it's about my boiler..."

Current situation, five hours later, boiler still leaking, but not at a rapid rate. Not what you need when you are going away for three weeks in five days time.

Phoning plumber tomorrow morning. Working from home. Praying.

By way of light relief, a little picture I took this morning of Leicester Square at 6.45am. Sorry that it's blurred, but the light required a half-second exposure.

And, seriously, about Paul. Get well soon mate. I'll be in touch.