I am sure that in the giant scheme of things it is not all that important, but why do these things always happen at inconvenient times? We are just entering a cold snap of weather - tonight is set to be the coldest night of the year so far - and what has happened? The Aga has decided to go on strike.
Yesterday morning I put on the lunch to cook - chicken thighs with Mediterranean vegetables - and suddenly realised that the oven temperature was going down quite rapidly. By tea time the Aga had gone out. The farmer cleaned it out this morning, but it has made no difference so now I am waiting for the Aga engineer to ring. Luckily we have the wood burner on in the back room and the central heating throughout the house, but it is quite a big house with high ceilings, so it will be good when it is going again.
It runs on oil, as does the central heating. When I think of my parents with just one fire in the living room and hot water bottles in the beds, we really don't know we are born, do we?
In fact this afternoon has been a sunny afternoon, and as most of our windows face due South there has been some warmth from the sun. In fact, driving home from town the temperature on the car dashboard registered nine degrees and the sky was a clear blue.
So now it is fingers crossed that the engineer rings later tonight to arrange to come.