Freezing

Judith was kind enough to leave me a list with the most useful instructions concerning the household, one of them was how to turn on the water boiler. When I first came into the house, I didn't think it was necessary, but when I calmed down and the sweat from the way home (eww, I know) didn't keep me warm anymore, I decided otherwise and wanted to switch it on. The thingy is in the same room as is the washing machine which is in the basement. On my way down, however, I realised that the basement door is locked...great...I don't want to call Judith and Mike to ask them where the key is in case it isn't in the house and I don't want to rush them home and thereby messing with their holidays. On the other hand, have you ever noticed how many things become a real pain in the arse without hot water?! Turning on the radiator? Doesn't make any sense. Taking a shower? I'm dreading that. Probably the reason why I'm still hanging around in my pyjamas. Washing the dishes? You get cold hands you cannot warm afterwards, neither on the radiator, nor with hot water. See what I'm going through? :D
I guess, I'll have to give Judith a ring later...