We woke up and it was once again 50 degrees in the house. Dad tinkered around with the heat and it refused to turn on.
We called the heating guy who showed up with his friend.
They tinkered around with it.
They went out and bought parts.
They came back and tinkered some more.
We baked cookies in an attempt to warm up the kitchen.
It didn't work. But the guys enjoyed them.
We resorted to a makeshift reading lounge which was actually quite comfortable and - what was more important - very toasty.


After the heat guys being at our house almost all day, we had heat! YES! And an empty bank account. NO! (ok, not quite that bad, though when mom saw the bill she was wishing we hadn't given them those cookies...)
We were all so thrilled...
Next morning, here's what we saw:
YEAH. At 8 am Dad called the heating guy again. He said he'd be there in an hour.
At 5 minutes past noon, he showed up.
We decided that for a little variety, we'd gather around the fireplace this time instead of the stove!
More parts, and three hours later, we had heat! Thankfully, no more money down the tubes.
And the next morning....
Just kidding.