I managed to fool everybody in the building into letting me take control of this space. This way, somebody keeps an eye on those gauges and orders heating oil, and I get a workshop. Everybody wins until the darn thing blows up.
Above is the 6000 litre (1585 gallon) oil tank. You can't really tell. It just looks like a large, squarish cement-kind of thing.
Heating with oil is horrid, horrid, horrid, of course, though seldom chosen for entirely psychopathic reasons. I will return to this subject.
Bellow is the furnace. It heats up both the hot water tanks and the water used for the radiators. I have had some problems in sorting out what pipes lead to what, but I think I'm getting the hang of it. That blue thing is a pump.
So much that can go wrong. City folks put up with so much.
I visited my former cat, the evil Felis, recently. As can be seen below, she now lives with civilized folk. She has put on some weight and seems enormously content. She was happy roaming the forest too, I imagine. But there is a time for everything. I thought I'd post a picture of her because hey, she's a cat.
She is, as always, thinking of murder.