Curling up inside a gas oven? I TOLD you it was all getting too much for you.
That central heating seems to have been on the blink for ages - can't you persuade Mr Evelyn to abandon the veteran cars for a day or two, and put his toolkit to better use?
The heating gave up finally on Saturday, when the boiler started to leak. We did, by Sunday, manage to obtain a cold water supply and the immersion is giving us some hot water. The solid fuel stove helps, but the house rambles and the fan heater at my feet is keeping me only partly warm... the grrenhouse heater is belting away on the landing... We need servants to keep the fires going!!!
We can get a replacement from Trianco Sheffield (after 26 years that's pretty good..) but it has to be specially made! Ten days, then the fitting, which won't be easy I expect. No doubt the connections are rusted solid. We keep the outer case and I think it won't be deemed new but a repair. I have no doubt it should all have now to be installed by an engineer, a lined chimney mandatory, an electrician to check - ho hum.
It's rather taken out of our hands any decison at the moment to change what we have!
Thoughts of Elyn sleeping in the Aga reminded me of the first time I looked behind the small iron door of the very ancient oven in the equally ancient bakehouse on our farm. Inside the behive -shaped oven and behind the cobwebs were a collection of skin & bones and what remained of a pair of shoes. ! ! The former turned out to be a rather large mummified cat and the latter a pair of pre-war shoes ! But for just a moment there . . . .
Tales of cats slipping into warm ovens, then the door being closed and them being unable to escape and popping their clogs there have taken on a new vitality since I read this...