I truly love my flat. I can barely fault it. I have painted my bedroom in colours that I like, I have bought some things from ikea, its in a nice part of London, not to pricey and I have been here for 18 months (a record for me, the first flat since leaving home nearly a decade ago that i have stayed in for more than a year. And we have just renewed the lease for a further 18 months.
There is one slight fault… more of a flaw.
The central heating is fairly efficient, despite the radiators mostly being under old metal single glazed windows. This means that when my room is cold it’s very cold, but when it’s hot, it’s very hot.
On the whole this is fine, It’s a simple system to use when hot go and turn down radiator, when cold turn it up.
Annoyingly, problems arise when I fall asleep.
Last night I was cold – I consulted my instruction book which led me down the flow chart of if its cold – turn up the radiator.
Then I fell asleep.
It was late, it was falling asleep kind of time. This was fine.
Though when iit came to Sunday morning waking up kind of time I woke up. The room was very hot, very very veryhot, I was wrapped up in my duvet, I was very very very very hot. The instruction book would have told me in this situation to have turned the radiator down, but I couldn’t wake up quite enough to move let alone look at a book that doesn’t exist.
So I fell back to sleep, then an hour later I woke up again.
Ditto.
And so on and so forth until around two o clock when I finally managed to conjure enough energy to not only get up but to also to turn the damn thing off and also to open a window. Then I promptly went back to bed.
I finally properly arose at around 3ish, angry with myself for wasting a day, but more angry and the plumbers who orginially plumbed this flat. Stupid idiots.