Oh the joy, the Aga Man is coming this morning. Heat will return, cooking will get back to normal. The camping stove will go, go, go! The herbs can hang up all over the kitchen and the washing will dry again.
My joy will be unbound.
Do I sound excited? I must be slightly sad to be so delighted at the thought of this lump of metal being fired up again. But oh, you have no idea how cold this old house is when it's heart is switched off for a week. The cold sets into the stone floors and creeps about the house like a ghost from the past. It insinuates itself into every room, uninvited, unwanted, but there, so very there.
I can't wait to see Aga Man.