Sod’s law.

Two days being ill and then as soon as I start to feel a little better one of the radiators decides to flood the place. So I was up bright and early to dig into the writing I’m behind on when the plumbers arrive. We’re now into hour 4 of draining the system, remounting the offending radiator and fixing a second leak.

Noisy.

When we bought the apartment we kept the very old-school radiators to keep some of the old building’s character. Not so sure that was the wisest choice we ever made. Coupled with the complicated iron windows that we’re not allowed to replace despite how warped with age they are I’ve decided that the next place we live will be a new build.

Preferably cybernetic with smart heating run off brain stems.

Fuck this history shit.

The main thing I’m in the middle of writing right now just had a warning shot land across its bows that *may* complicate things a little. So I’m spending the day working that out and catching up on some blogging while the hammering and the clanking drowns out my Big Black.