We hates it, my precious
It sits in the basement. It drinks diesel oil like soda-pop. And every year in january or february, it chokes on a tarball and won’t restart until we bring in a boiler repairman at the tune of US$200-300 (depending on whether we’re dumb enough to fall for a “service contract” or not.)
It’s January, so guess what’s happened? I believe this counts as what they call “the last straw” and it’s time for us to rip the bastard out and replace it with something that doesn’t contain anything as fragile and temperamental as an oil burner.