Credit: science photo library
Well, we had a lovely surprise last night when we got in from the hospital. There on the mat were the gas and electric bills. Cue yucky faces being pulled. We knew the electric bill would be around £120 and we weren't far off at £125. Our consumption hasn't increased a great deal this year but obviously the price per unit has. Still, it's pretty good.
But then there was the gas. Martin opened this one with some trepedation, expecting to run round the house exclaiming "you CANNOT be serious".
He remarked how calm I looked and why did I have a little smile? I had a little smile because I know what the gas reading was as I took it shortly after we bought our halogen oven. It was better than I could have hoped though.
We were £11 in credit! So no gas bill for us to pay this autumn. Which is just as well considering how much I forked out on the pets this month. That's a story I shall bore you with another day, probably tomorrow as I'm still smarting over the whole thing, but at least I've stopped gibbering with rage.
Anyway, I think part of the reason for the low gas usage this time has been the boiler. We've had such problems with it over the last few months that most of the time we've been doing everything in cold water. It simply wouldn't stay fired up for any length of time to heat the water up and it took a good six weeks, if not longer, to sort that out. So there was a silver lining to that cloud after all.
The other reason is that we haven't turned our heating up yet due to the unseasonably warm weather lately. I switched the central heating on at the boiler at the end of september, but turned the thermostat down to 14oC. That way the heating only kicks in when the temperature drops that low. It's kicked in three times so far this month - one of us usually hears the click and whoosh as the boiler fires up in the night and the radiators still have some tell-tale residual warmth in the morning.
So that was a really welcome end to a long day.
Martin's father had his last readiotherapy session today, but his doctor wants him to stay in hospital off his feet for another 10 days. FIL is very unhappy about that. However, everyone has told him how close he was to losing the use of his legs as the tumour was pressing down on his spinal column and nerves to his legs, hence the emergency radiotherapy, so he must content himself with being laid up for a bit longer to ensure his future health. I think he had it in mind he would be out of hopsital and going to his car club's annual general meeting on Monday, which goes to show just how much spirit he's still got, but he definitely will not be going. Even if he had have been discharged, the family had decided to collectively sit on him so he couldn't go.
He hates resting for any length of time - he's a Mr Busy that doesn't know when to stop ;-))
We're peas in a pod really.