What a shower...

Today I met a nice bloke called Kev. Friendly and sociable as we discussed last nights match. I would have preferred to meet him in the pub over a pint instead of in my kitchen as he poked and prodded the innards of the gas boiler.
Yes, we have no bananas hot water.
Whoever stated cold showers are bracing deserves a brace of pheasants up their jacksy. It is not bracing or character forming, unless you wish to recreate Spartan psychopathic warriors.
The water was icy cold but only after I had been lulled into soaping my body and having to rinse off. It will be cold water until Tuesday when another engineer will have the requisite part....a small £2.00 diaphragm.
"For want of a nail..."

So I began the day refreshed and invigorated....

TTFN.