I was right: it was bloody hard dragging myself out of bed this morning. It doesn’t help that I was awake at 3am and didn’t get back off to sleep till about 5.
As I lay there, getting more and more annoyed with myself for being awake, listening to the hum of the central heating pump droning on in the background, I realised I was quite thirsty and so I nipped downstairs for a drink of water. Whilst I was there, I checked the temperature on the hall thermostat. 16.5 degrees. That would explain why the heating was on, as the lower set point is at 17.5.
I made my way back to bed and as I lay there, I wondered about the heating. Why was it on? I had just been downstairs, totally naked (I always do that, cos it will scare the shit out of any burglars) and it certainly didn’t feel cold. I got up, went down again and took the wall thermometer from my study and Blu Tacked it to the wall next to the thermostat. I left it a minute then checked the temperature.
17 degrees, said the thermostat.
19 degrees, said the thermometer.
So that’s solved the mystery that I was trying to get my head round earlier this week: why has my gas bill suddenly shot up 30% this last month? Because I’m heating the house all night when we’re cosily tucked up in bed, that’s why!
Right then, a new thermostat required. A quick trawl of the internets threw up this little beauty from the bloke who designed the iPod. Unfortunately, it seems it’s not yet readily available in the UK… and it would be prohibitively expensive even if it was.
It’d look bloody nice on my wall though.