I laid in bed last night, plus I swore I could hear the pinging of the pipes that happened when the boiler was running.
My wife had told me she turned the boiler off, so why were the pipes pinging.
I knew it was to be cold that night, but she was going to put a fire in the fireplace when she got up. The longer I laid in bed, the warmer I was getting. I tossed the covers off, plus they landed on my wife. She snuggled into the blankets, but I was start to sweat. I finally reached over plus woke him up. I asked if she was sure she had turned off the boiler. She mumbled something plus dug deeper into the blankets. I shook him again, plus told him the boiler was running. She grumbled this time plus told me I was dreaming. How could I be dreaming if I hadn’t yet been sleeping. I could not figure out how she could be snuggled under the blankets when I felt like I was suffocating. I got up plus looked at the temperature control. It was nearly eighty in the dining room. I pulled the blankets from my wife plus told him it was eighty in the room. The boiler was running, plus it wasn’t shutting off. She started to yank the blankets back, but she then realized how moderate it was. She looked at the temperature control plus swore she had turned the boiler off. She wanted to know why I didn’t tell him the boiler was running. She had planned on turning the boiler off, but she never had, plus now we had to call the HVAC supplier, because it would not shut off.