The Saga of the Broken Boiler continues. I have now had 3 different repairmen on 4 different occasions staring at my boiler. They know what the problem is, they just don't know how to get to it. They've fixed me up "temporarily" so at least I'm not cold, and neither will I die of carbon monoxide poisoning (considering the temperatures outside, I must admit to giving priority to the former, had I been forced to choose...) However, the trouble is not yet over. There Will Be More Repairmen.
On a cheerier note: I spent my entire weekend in bed. (By myself!! Get your minds out of the gutter.) Because on Friday I received word from uni that now indeed all my BA stuff is done, so I can go and request the official procedure to receive my diploma. Apparently, this lifted all the stress and strain of 5 years off my shoulders and I Decided (with a capital D) to take the weekend off. I was in bed pretty much all day on Saturday, and till 2 pm on Sunday, sleeping, reading, not answering the phone and generally just getting some SERIOUS rest. It sounds boring, and so it was. It was also glorious, wonderful, and completely relaxing. I'm considering spending every weekend this way.
To convince you:
Unfortunataly, I cannot embed this clip, but I assure you it's worth it to click the link. Go clicky!