We left the Hurricane heating on all night last night for the first time. Previously, I’d turned it off at bedtime, if it wasn’t off already, because I was afraid it would fire up in the middle of the night to keep the calorifier warm, but I needn’t have worried.
The programmable thermostat turned it on at half six this morning, so that by the time we were ready to get a cup of tea, the whole place was toasty.
One of the buyers of our Sony Readers having coughed up, we posted it off this morning; there’s been no sign of the cash from the other, so I’ve sent him an invoice as a gentle reminder. It’s an unknown buyer, so we’re just keeping our fingers crossed that all will be well.
The weather has been pretty iffy today, so, apart from the trip to the Post Office, we’ve lurked onboard. Sheila washed a quilt cover during the day, and we took it over to the marina main building and put it through the tumble drier. At a cost of £1.25 for half an hour, you wouldn’t want to do it for everything, but it’ll be worth it for the bulky stuff like towels and bedding.
Also during the day, we had a phone call from Peter Mason at Braidbar. There’ll be a review of two boats, Janet Grant and Islay, the hire boat, in next month's Waterways World, so that's something to look out for, and we had a conversation about that perennial problem, tarry muck running out from the base of the stove chimney. Some fuels seem to do it even with a double skinned chimney; spraying the cavity with foam may be the answer. In the meantime, we keep a tea towel wrapped round the base to soak up any yuck that emerges (not one we use for drying the dishes, obviously)
Here’s not much else to report for the moment, so I’ll get Sheila to give me a haircut; who says life is dull onboard?
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