Super Keith, the plumber, swept in chanted some magic incantations over the recalcitrant boiler; there was a whoosh and there was heat. Radiators burst into life, the sun came out, birds sang in trees, butterflies flitted by the windows, lambs gambolled in the fields, there was peace on Earth.
Ok that may be a slight exaggeration, but you get the point - GF and the Silver Vixen are pleased to have the heating working again.
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Glad to hear you're warming up again!
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