Boiler Trouble

As our boiler out and no heat, we take comfort as we can - pictured. Some mornings, like this morning, we can see our breath. In the kitchen. When our plumber installed the radiators he failed to evacuate an air pocket so the pump blades spun in air (instead of water) and overheated. If not for the pressure discharge trip, the sucker would have blown. Do not mess around with a boiler. We now discuss whether his shoddy practices or an old boiler the root of the breakdown. The work-around not cheap. Sonnet buys ten "space heaters" and for Aneta (so miserable at one point I think she might move to the train station for warmth) an electric blanket. The kids have double comforters and Sonnet and I each other. I would like to suggest there is a sense of war-like bunkering-down and family bonding but mostly everybody cranky. We hope to have the problem fixed by Christmas. Suggestion to parents : bring warm clothes for the holidays.

Eitan: "We're learning about idioms in school"

Me: "Yes?"

Eitan: "Like 'don't teach grannie to suck eggs.'"

Me:

Eitan: "That's an idiom."

Me: "Don't you mean 'don't teach grannie to boil an egg?'"

Eitan: "No. I mean 'suck eggs.' That's what they told us in school."

Eitan: "I once fed a pigeon bread with tabasco."

Madeleine: "You said mustard."

Eitan: "Did not. I said tabasco."

Me: "Sounds like your story growing mister."

Eitan:

Madeleine: "Busted."