One of the things we miss most since leaving England is our tankless
water heater. Heather could fill her bathtub. Dad took long “Hollywood” showers. I got
laundry and dishes clean and all pretty much at the same time. Since our move,
we’ve had to be frugal with hot water. When our boiler started showing
signs of distress, we arranged for plumbers to come and replace it with an
on-demand unit. They came, cut a large hole in our ceiling, and said our house didn’t
have room for the required ventilation. They said they’d be back soon to fix the
hole they’d made. That never happened. We called and asked them to replace our aged,
leaking boiler with a traditional one. They made an appointment, then missed it
and didn’t return our calls. So we’re still homesick for our English boiler and
still waiting for the American one to fail completely. And there’s still a
hole in our ceiling.
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