Today Chris and I cheered up a 95 year old lady. It’s not very often we get to do that.
Such a pleasure. I mean, how many 95 year olds do any of us get to meet in a lifetime? If all ninety-five year olds are such lively talkers and so good to be around then, well, I wish my own grandparents had lived closer and longer.
Chris tried to do a powerflush for the lady a week ago and it was a “horrible” job for him because he gets immense satisfaction when driving away from a job knowing that the customer is more than happy. He’s a real tradesman professional.
Unfortunately,there was so much crap in the system that when the loose rust started moving around in the pipes it could do nothing but get trapped by the caked on rust already in the pipework. Each flake trapped behind the one in front like a sudden twig dam in a woodland stream. Result = no flow.
At this point some powerflushing companies would have had to call it a day. They don’t have enough knowledge/experience of heating system designs. We do and came back to sort things out once and for all. After investigation a short length of pipe replaced and another powerflush done afterwards.
What a lady! 95 years old, with a frame as light as a thrush and a laugh as light as birdsong.
We are so soft these days that we expect the heat to be on at the flick of a switch. Yet here she was, at 95, lived through the war, contendedly living on her own and ready to put up with less heating than she had been used to – which was pretty rubbish anyway. The sludge had to have been building up for may years.
But now she’s happy. And so are we.
Her son had got in touch on her behalf after the BG engineer turned up and said that a powerflush would sort things out for her. Son, being careful with mum’s money, asked his local plumber to do it, but he doesn’t power flush “at the moment” and so recommended us.
