Winter Fuel
With the kind help of Miss T’s parents we once again have fuel, acquired in 20 litre drums and poured into the tank. Between us we put I think six drums in last night, which proved not to be enough to push the airlocks out of the system. We found this morning that those saints in human form had left us another six drums of the stuff, so it was a question of getting it into the tank between the two of us. It is thawing quite noticeably so everything is covered in slippery ice, and the first attempt did not go at all well. We then embarked upon a routine of decanting the oil into a watering can, which went a whole lot better. We are rather hoping that when Miss T’s dad gets home from work he’ll manage to get the boiler started up. It’s very good that it’s thawing though the immediate effect is to make everything even more difficult.
Evening update: the boiler continues sulky and recalcitrant. Miss T’s Dad has for once admitted defeat.