This morning, although the boiler ignited, the radiators showed a marked reluctance to start radiating. Aged dad decided to call the plumber (ON A SUNDAY?) to see what could be done.
Now, dad is deaf and having managed to establish something resembling two-way communication, he handed the phone to me. Said plumber asked me to have a look at the pump which is in the loft, so I did.
I'm fairly agile, but I'm quite tall so have to crouch down as I make my way along the roof space. Given that it was a Sunday morning, I wanted to be as quick as possible so that the plumber suffered the least inconvenience.
Unfortunately, despite adopting a gait reminiscent of Charles Laughton in the Hunchback of Notre Dame, I managed to walk straight into a beam with such force that it knocked me over.
I've got a cut across my forehead but, as far as can be determined, haven't suffered any other damage.
End result, a bump on the head and no heating. One is doubly pissed off.
PS Plumber calling in tomorrow AM.