By now most of the work should have been completed.
We have already had the whole house open to the heating engineers for three days now, no room a sanctuary, inner doors and outer doors propped open to facilitate their dashing about with wet vacuum cleaners, blow torches and serious faces.
My only function has been to make teas and keep the dog calm and out of the way - where?
The system is losing pressure, it moans like an elephant enduring the agonies of a protracted breech-presentation labour and delivery. In short, we have a problem, somewhere in the system, possibly under the floorboards, possibly not.
The old hen house, with cheerful flower, is looking increasingly attractive. A des res, hideaway, for one human plus dog, perhaps. We'll see how today goes.
I am abandoning husband, the workmen, the house and labouring elephant, the poor stressed dog.
Heading for the bright lights of Lincoln, with my daughter and two of my grandchildren.
ps The dog will be fine, son no. 2 is coming along today, Toby dog loves him almost as much as he loves me.