I'm afraid I didn't even have the consolation of knowing it was someone else's mother who done it, Imp. The teapot is long gone but the genes must be in me somewhere.
I have already reluctantly accepted potato in my moussaka, Biff, but the further compromise you are arranging with rob on my behalf just isn't going to happen.
We had geysers too, Biff. They were mostly to be found in workplace washrooms and such like. They would be positioned above a sink and have a long thin spout coming out of the bottom, which, as I remember, was bent in an S shape. I also seem to remember they could melt the skin off your hand were you rash enough to plunge it directly under the flow.
Our boilers just heat the water, chat, they don't store it; there is usually a seperate tank for that. It's far more common nowadays to have a system that heats the water as and when it's needed, with no storage necessary.
The Very Clean Teapot
I was too preoccupied thinking about what else she might have done while we were away to focus on the positives, Dee.Happy Xmas to you too.