Further reason to stay in a tropical zone
Yesterday, as I’m about to go for a shower, I go downstairs to check if the boiler is on, the water hot - that’s one thing that London certainly does differently, unlike in Sydney where I just have hot water all the time - and I find my housemate peering into a tiny little hole on the front of the box. “Hey mate, what’s up?” “The little blue light… what do you call it?” ...