what’s hot and what’s not
fridge = Not Hot. Not Cold. Silent.
boiler = Not Hot.
wendy = Hot.
This morning I used Victorian methods to wash before dressing. I’m a rufty-tufty kind of a girl in a winter heating crisis. I can leave the milk outside the fridge in the kitchen, confident that it will stay cold in this north facing, unheated room.
Apparently, the ancient combination boiler couldn’t go on without its friend the fridge. Suicide pact.
Not looking forward to the boiler purchase process…