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mmm, squeaky... - Diary of a Necromancer
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mmm, squeaky...
After about eight months plus an extra week's detour into "the problem is that the original contractors were doofii", we once again have a proper source of hot water. New Tank is actually smart enough to sort-of explain when it doesn't like something, moreover, hence the detour when the meaning of an intermittent error light turned out to be that some bright spark appears to have connected up the exhaust pipes inside the walls in such a way that the furnace was occasionally blowing into New Tank's metaphorical ear. Not an imminent danger, just very very dim of someone.

At some point during those eight months of spot-cleaning and dry shampoos, some other bright spark changed the formula of my favourite proper-shampoo, and now I have to go find another brand. Bother.

In happier news, the cats have just about arrived at a state of detente, or at least denial:


What did that take, about two years?

feeling: Gah. Gah? Gah.

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randomdreams From: randomdreams Date: March 25th, 2017 04:24 am (UTC) (permalink this entry)
That is way, way, way, way, way too long. That is ridiculously too long.
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