Happy Friday

Ah merciful warmth. The new boiler is fully installed. Heat coursed around the house late this afternoon, and it was glorious. Obviously this had been the coldest week of the year, but now that we have heat, and hot water too, everything is glorious. Chris had done an excellent job, and is a lovely bloke.

This morning, I mooched off to shops, and during the day there was a certain amount of gardening, poking bamboo sticks into the ground by the raspberries and gojiberries and trying the bamboo tripods at the top to the pergola and other rugged manly stuff.  

Dawn came around for lunch.  We sat in the kitchen, eating Lorraine's delicious vegetable lasagne, and having long chat. For one reason or another we'd not seem much of Dawn for a while -- and there was even a swap of Christmas presents. Including a wee bottle of their home made sloe gin.

After Dawn left, it was possible to move around the house without a blue nose, and have a shower and not be savaged by arctic skuas etc. afterwards. The joy of heat. I realised the depressive feelings I had experienced this week were mostly due to feeling bloody perishing.