Eventually I got dressed and had a look at the boiler which was flashing and said reset which of course I did then it cut out making horrendous noises like the helicopter we have to endure flying over us every other day. Then it went out again, still of course no central heating and one gas fire and a fan heater. Then I phoned the plumber and left a message but before leaving I tried the usual last resort turn it all off and then on again. Well at least it restarted so left for the church with it roaring away. The screws I'd taken drivers for turned out to be the foreign sort with cross lines so had to go home to get the other sort, I popped to get the garage key and saw the phone flashing the plumber had called back so I range him. It turns out there are dozens of his customers ringing up, the condensation pipe on a condensating boiler gets cold and freezes in the night sometimes ( like now) and freezes which makes the boiler cut out, a bit of a design flaw if you consider it, so it fails when you need it most, anyway as the house gets a tad warmer and it isn't as cold as outside it melts and all gets resolved, job done. I don't think I reported on the other success that our mole trap got one of the blighters but need to spread his mound about now the trap is out.
Tom and I found the missing tea urn, the cleaners had moved it to where we used to store the cups and brew kit before we got an outside store. Then we removed the tatty noticeboard that had gone up with no permission, another 12 years and it would gain permanence by default and then need permission to shift it, a convoluted world the C of E. Then we turned our attention to the bog oak hewn chest of greatish antiquity, like very old perhaps over 8-900 years, older than the first church although other books say 13th Century that's 1200s in English plain speak. It was that riddled with dust from the wood worms there were even worm remains which showed how big they are, mini caterpillars no less. I was hard to know what to do for best, we got out as much loose material as we could and bit ofg old plaster or cement which someone had used to fill the holes. We needed to do something or there wouldn't be a box to worry about so I liberally applied worm killer which should congeal the remains of the dust but even the brush was nearly going through remains of wood which was that soft. When its dried out we aim to coat the inside to a consistent black and prop it open for display, it's quite impressive. Nobody could remember when it was last inspected so a good job we tackled it. It was then lunch time so went home and picked up with ongoing jobs.
I'm now tackling another of our bus spot ultra series with Bournemouth starting with trams then trolleys taking it forwards to the modern era. That should keep me quiet tonight and the remnants of tomorrow between 8am, 11am St Oswalds services, 4pm St Lawrences village hall Messy Church then 6.30 probably as I need to speak to Peter Yates about the flowers from the garden centre which they usually donate ready for Mothering Sunday next weekend at which I'll be taking prayers for the first time. Anyway thinking of Bournemouth here are some shots from that neck of the woods. Nop snow left here now, hopefully everything up and running as normal now.