Yesterday the boiler kept blowing out due to the wind and rain. This morning I could not get it to light, no way, no how, so phoned the landlord - I had no heating and no hot water. Early mid-morning a couple of boiler engineers turned up with some test equipment and a bag of spanners. Off went the water and the electricity.... then came the sharp intake of breath and the compulsory, "It needs this and it could do with one of......"
To cut a long story.
Landlord agreed to minimum repairs. Plumbers grumbled and said they needed to go off and locate the necessary bits. That would have left me with no water or heating at all for who knows how long. We came up with the idea that I would go out and leave the keys with the neighbours and the plumbers would ring me when the job was done. So, off I went for a carvery lunch and a bit of window shopping on a wet and windy day.
I returned at about 4 pm, before any phone call, just in time to catch the plumbers finishing off and getting the heating going. All's well that ends well.
What it did do, though, was bring home to me just how miserable things must be for the victims of the floods and power cuts. They must be going through hell again this evening - as many have for weeks.