Better than Christmas (or And on the 13th day, God said 'let there be heat')

Almost two weeks after the boiler stopped working, a plumber came and fixed it this morning. I almost cried out of happiness. No longer must we live in an icy hell of nights spent shivering under two duvets whilst wrapped in several sweaters+hats+gloves+socks and a festering mountain of dirty dishes because no one wants to do them with cold water.