Dead Boiler = Living The Dream

Brrrr, the boiler has passed over. Actually it passed over a couple of days ago and Dr Boilerman won't be here until tomorrow morning, when I hope it can be resurrected.

So for the past couple of days we've been without central heating, which isn't a biggy as it isn't too cold and I've got a convector heating in the living room plus I love any excuse to snuggle in fleecy blankets. I can fill the bath, albeit very slowly, with the bit of the electric shower that still work and some sticky tape (it's a long story). The real pain is boiling kettles and pans of water for washing up in the kitchen - remember it's not just the human plates, it's all the plate of cats for whom we are mere servants.

But lo, at the back of the pantry cupboard there lurks a stash of paper plates I'd forgotten about. So most of the time I am using them. Oh the decadence, I hate the phrase but maybe I am "living the (paper plate) dream".