Cleaner, Much.

Well I realise a post about dog poo isn't really appropriate for a family run blog so I decided to add another post onto today's reading.  So, what have I done so far.  Been to the Co-op, had a row with my other half and sat in a sulk for an hour because we had no hot water.  Does anyone want to buy an Aga?  I'm sick of it to tell you the truth, and would very happily rip it out and replace it with a nice comfy sofa.  You see the Aga usually heats the water as well as being used as a cooker.  Ha, what a laugh.  For forty-odd years the Aga has indeed heated the water but in the last twelve months it has over-heated the water and caused it to bubble in the tank which means we get scalding water out of the taps, at a temperature over which Health & Safety would be proud to fill out a stream of paperwork.  So we turned it off.  Got the plumber in to assess the problem and came to the conclusion that we would start using the immersion heater to heat the water and just use the Aga to cook.  But there is a switch on the immersion heater that has a mind of its own and keeps turning itself on and off.

Since last Sunday we have had no hot water.  Amy can't have her evening bath and I can't wash up in hot water.  And the Farmer has ignored the problem, thinking he can fix it himself.  Worried about plumber's bills I expect, not to mention his pride, his lapsidaisical attitude has really got my goat today.  I rang the plumber myself and I will ring him again later just to make sure he got my message.  I'm sick of the damn thing.  Apparently, Aga's last for years, many more years than the forty-odd it has currently been installed in our kitchen.  And to make matters worse, my mum is coming later and will no doubt want a bath tonight.  Good job the shower's electric.