Blown away

When I woke up this morning, I thought I heard a jet constantly circling above the house.  Then I got up and realized it was the wind.  It is blowing 25-40 mph with occasional 60 mph gusts!  It's 45 degrees out and I can only imagine what the "feels like" temperature is.  At least I'm not in Montana or North Dakota experiencing their frigid weather.

Speaking of blowing, yesterday Richard (the plumber) showed up with a new boiler for the house.  Houses in England are heated with hot water.  Soon after we moved in, I was in the kitchen when there was, what felt like, an explosion coming from the boiler room.  The house shook, scared me to death.  It happened a couple more times that day, even blew a crack in the boiler room door. I called Richard who came right over, took the boiler apart, cleaned it, found nothing!  I'm sure Larry thought I was imagining it until at 3 in the morning, it felt like we were blown out of bed.  Thankfully, the landlord decided to replace it!

Out with the old

In with the new

This is turning into a 2-day job, so far.  I'm glad we have a stove to keep part of the house warm.