Hot on the range

Big day yesterday, the range/cooker got lit for the first time! It provides us in theory with warm radiators and hot water as well as cooking facilities. It is a thing of great beauty fueled by the wood from our land and there is a lot of it, fallen or already cut by the previous occupant. It's so plentiful, I reckon it will be a while before we have to chop down any tree. The fact is the infamous Monsieur P...and his acolyte, did quite a lot of damage, stripping bare a large portion of ground. It looks awful now and I am wondering should I plant some sapplings or let the forest rejuvenate itself?
Anyway, more about the cooker, the plumber and envoy of the Gods Monsieur Ad, realized after having lit a nice big fire, that he had forgotten to fit in a thermostat- No worries back tomorrow with one. We caressed the copper pipes and radiators with parental pride, toasted some bread, delighted on just staring at the thing, and restocked the fire...and all hell broke loose!
An infernal racket ensued, a crescendo of clanging and rattling worthy of a highly qualified demoniac entity, boiling water spouting from somewhere under the roof and Himindoors deciding it's a good time to say he doesn't understand the laws of physics, pressure and steam engines and that I am not being very clear as to why we can't switch the pump off.
Himindoors is a strange being, he can make highly sophisticated musical instruments and play them like an angel but he cannot do or conceive anything slightly practical. Something no doubt,  I should have taken into consideration when he suggested over a year ago now, that we dropped out of the system as much as is possible and lived a self-sufficient lifestyle. His efforts in the creation of a composting toilets and a compost bin alone, are worthy of a separate blog. 
The two photos on the right are ample proof that there is a Doctor Jekyll and Mister Hyde force at work there and that the sheer mention of DIY affects his personality and looks!
I remember that in our "courting days" in the last century, I found him living in the dark in his squalid bedsit on Wellington road (best thing to do probably ) for a week, because he didn't know how to change a bulb...Nothing has changed much since. I stubornly insists that if he can make uilleann pipes he can probably hang a picture or put up a shelf, thus we live in a world of half finished, rickety constructions and I dream of a "storage system" which wouldn't be the ironing board (which also doubles or trebles as a cat's bed ...not good for black clothing as both feline occupiers are cream coloured).   
Taking anything from the metal shelves in" the pantry" has to be done with as much care as if handling nitroglycerin or else the whole construction slides to the left before collapsing on itself, an experience Monsieur Ad is familiar with, he suggested that Himindoors should be bolting the whole thing to the wall ...that was a month ago...
Anyway .... maybe...today...the elusive multi-talented Monsieur Ad, will come back with the thermostat and life will be a little less scary and maybe even warmer .