Day 105: various shapes of water
Sunday, 5 July 2020 09:34 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
freckles_and_doubtRaining again, it's all damp and cool and soft, I love this weather. Jyn is following her usual rainy-day process, which is to fuffle around in the back courtyard getting wet, and then climb onto my desk and stand damply and expectantly between me and the keyboard. This is my cue to grab the towel I keep by the desk for precisely this purpose and to dry her off while she purrs like a loon and tried to tuck her head under my chin. It's our little ritual. She's done it twice in the last twenty minutes, I think she enjoys the attention, and I enjoy leaving her all fluffy and spiked, and laughing at her a lot.
It is fortunate that this particular rainy spell is fairly mild, temperature-wise, not the serious cold we've had in previous weeks, as my geyser is being dodgy and forced me to endure a lukewarm shower last night. Damned thing has either a buggered element or a buggered thermostat and has taken to tripping the main switch randomly, either while I shower or while I'm running the hot water to do the dishes. This is Act II of its little electrical drama: Act I, a week or so back, was a subliminally threatening little drama during which it took to tripping the switches and then not switching off at all when I turned it back on, resulting in water emerging from the taps just short of boiling, and forcing me to keep the geyser power mostly switched off, as exploding geysers are frankly inconvenient. The landlord fiddled with it last week, and now Act II is a gradual dimininuendo of heating application over several days, from "not quite hot enough" to "barely warm". The landlord will arrive tomorrow to replace the element and/or thermostat, which is lucky, as if anything would truly bring home the horrors of our slow-motion pandemic apocalypse, it would be having to endure lockdown without benefit of hot water, and without the option of raiding long-suffering friends to make use of their ablution facilities. Some cruelties are simply excessive.
It is fortunate that this particular rainy spell is fairly mild, temperature-wise, not the serious cold we've had in previous weeks, as my geyser is being dodgy and forced me to endure a lukewarm shower last night. Damned thing has either a buggered element or a buggered thermostat and has taken to tripping the main switch randomly, either while I shower or while I'm running the hot water to do the dishes. This is Act II of its little electrical drama: Act I, a week or so back, was a subliminally threatening little drama during which it took to tripping the switches and then not switching off at all when I turned it back on, resulting in water emerging from the taps just short of boiling, and forcing me to keep the geyser power mostly switched off, as exploding geysers are frankly inconvenient. The landlord fiddled with it last week, and now Act II is a gradual dimininuendo of heating application over several days, from "not quite hot enough" to "barely warm". The landlord will arrive tomorrow to replace the element and/or thermostat, which is lucky, as if anything would truly bring home the horrors of our slow-motion pandemic apocalypse, it would be having to endure lockdown without benefit of hot water, and without the option of raiding long-suffering friends to make use of their ablution facilities. Some cruelties are simply excessive.
