Sod

The bloody dryer has packed up again.

This time it is blowing air out of the house (unlike last month when the vent blocked due to a titanic buildup of fluff), but only cold air. No sign of ignition attempts by the automated wotsit that sets the gas on fire no matter how long I lie on the cold concrete floor with my eye pressed to the spy-hole.

So Tomorrow, instead of doing what I wanted to do, I shall be stripping off the casing, dismantling the bunsen burner and attempting to identify and replace whatever broke between yesterday and today.

Again.