Here it is: sitting there innocently in the garage, as though butter wouldn’t melt. . . . .
Our boiler has been a real pain in the backside recently. At least it waitied until the big freeze was over but for the last two weeks it has been playing tricks. Either the pilot light would go out or the security light would come on.
The first time the plumber came he showed me exactly how to relight the pilot but ten minutes after he left the security light came on.
He came back, put that right (showing me what to do again) waited to see if it would keep going and left, with a warning that something wasn’t quite right and to keep him posted.
Sure enough. It did not behave so he came back with a colleague who ‘understood that make’. The other plumber looked, fiddled and then scratched his head. They both spoke very fast but as far as I could gather they thought it might be a problem concerning draught, smoke and or chimney.
Once again, they left me to restart it if it stopped and to call if it didn’t behave.
Thank heavens for our lovely woodfire, as the boiler spent more time off than on and eventually refused to restart at all.
The plumber and his mate came back this morning, readjusted the pilot light, disconnected the security light and said ‘see how it goes for the weekend.’
If the pilot light stays on then there must be a problem with the security system so they’ll change it. I just hope they really do know whta they’re doing. . . . .