Hibernation is off

After the failure of my man to sort out the central heating, Mrs BW got her man in, and now we have hot water and heat again. It was a little switch apparently. A very expensive little switch nonetheless. I am now paranoid that it will stop working again and keep on fiddling with the thermostat to make sure that everything is well. Mrs BW says that if I continue to do this I will break it. We also have a carbon monoxide monitor. Mrs BW says it a good idea, and justified it by reading out to me all the horrible things that can happen to you if you have a build up of carbon monoxide. Very scary. I think we should have one in every room.

So at least the BW's won't be hibernating. (Not quite true as the Weasel hibernates at the weekends) And of course the cats hibernate for 99.9% of the year anyway regardless of the state of the boiler and climatic conditions.

I think we might hibernate

Things are a bit chilly in the BW household at the moment. Nothing to do with Mrs BW uncovering my surfing habits or a rush of hormones from the fledglings. Much more mundane. The central heating boiler, of which I recently boasted we had had for nineteen years and hadn't had to have it serviced, has gone all French on us and refused to supply us with hot water and heat. This is not good, as despite the weather forecasters talking about unseasonably warm weather, the Peak District remains stubbornly wet and cold.

We've had a man out. He could find nothing wrong with it other than the fact that it doesn't work. So now we are waiting for another man from British Gas to come and work his magic at a household budget wrecking cost.

On the bright side Moonshine will only come out if we put a fan heater on in the study. The nights would have been quiet and peaceful except the noise of his wheel has been replaced by the sound of four sets of teeth chattering.

Hopefully it will be sorted soon, else the Birdwatchers may well join Moonshine and hibernate for the winter.