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Events, dear boy, events
Sep. 15th, 2023 05:06 pmWednesday was a splendid day out: the Bears allowed us to share their trip to York, to lunch with J&J. In another world, this post would be all about that: a walk through historic York, tapas at Ambiente on Fossgate, good food and good company, and the spectacle of J. enjoying a flight of palo cortado; some deep thoughts about Clifford's Tower, its history as the site of an appalling event and how the recent restoration by English Heritage deals with this and with the fabric of the building; home in time to find the pub quiz team back on song after a disappointing score last week ...
I could have said more, much more about all of those things. Instead, here's a picture of the newly accessible view from the top of Clifford's Tower:
Yesterday morning the electrician arrived for what should have been the final stage of fitting a charge point for our electric car. But at a certain point, working in the coal cellar at the exterior of the house, he announced that he could small gas. THis meant he was unable to complete the connection. We called Northern Gas, who sent someone round with a properly calibrated sniffing device, and promptly turned off our gas supply. The pipe on our side of the meter was corroded, appaeently, and needed to be replaced. To our surprise, our insurers took this on (as an emergency, I think) and after a false start sent an engineer, who arrived at six o' clock that evening and promptly went away again. So there was unscheduled Chinese takeaway for dinner last night.
The water was still hot enough for washing this morning, and the kettle is electric, but there was no toast for breakfast. A further engineer arrived at two o'clock this afternoon, replaced the pipe and discovered that there was still a drop in pressure, which meant that gas was still going astray somewhere in the system, but he couldn't tell where. He could not, therefore, reconnect us. He would report to his office, and our options were likely to be to dig out all the gas piping from under the floors and behind the walls, or to lash up a bypass system...
In the short term, we have a kettle, an electric shower, and the promised loan of a microwave (tomorrow). In the long term, it looks as of this is where we say goodbye to gas (this is a pain, but not financially a disaster for us; I know there are many people for whom it would be. We are lucky). The medium term, though, that's a mystery to me...
I could have said more, much more about all of those things. Instead, here's a picture of the newly accessible view from the top of Clifford's Tower:
Yesterday morning the electrician arrived for what should have been the final stage of fitting a charge point for our electric car. But at a certain point, working in the coal cellar at the exterior of the house, he announced that he could small gas. THis meant he was unable to complete the connection. We called Northern Gas, who sent someone round with a properly calibrated sniffing device, and promptly turned off our gas supply. The pipe on our side of the meter was corroded, appaeently, and needed to be replaced. To our surprise, our insurers took this on (as an emergency, I think) and after a false start sent an engineer, who arrived at six o' clock that evening and promptly went away again. So there was unscheduled Chinese takeaway for dinner last night.
The water was still hot enough for washing this morning, and the kettle is electric, but there was no toast for breakfast. A further engineer arrived at two o'clock this afternoon, replaced the pipe and discovered that there was still a drop in pressure, which meant that gas was still going astray somewhere in the system, but he couldn't tell where. He could not, therefore, reconnect us. He would report to his office, and our options were likely to be to dig out all the gas piping from under the floors and behind the walls, or to lash up a bypass system...
In the short term, we have a kettle, an electric shower, and the promised loan of a microwave (tomorrow). In the long term, it looks as of this is where we say goodbye to gas (this is a pain, but not financially a disaster for us; I know there are many people for whom it would be. We are lucky). The medium term, though, that's a mystery to me...
