R. R., Yes, no doubt about it, you have passed the oral with flying colours, the fingernails addition providing you with a clear distinction pass to boot.
No question and beyond all reproach you are definitely not a B.B.C. ( Bloody Bus Conductor ) type jobby.
( Had to add that supplement as I see you are just up the road from me and you could have had connections with the C.E Glencannon, even if your claim to fame/ relationship was as important as you drank out of the same beer glass as him.)
Draw out and buy your crew a laser remote temp.ray gun machine, cheap as chips, got three at work and use them remotely all the time for, as an example temp. sensor measurements with resistances being measured throught the temp. transmitter range, i.e. Startup to under full load situations.
Just walk by, shine the ray on the target and it's in the window.
Can all be stored to boot.
Some of them you have to line up the two dots which means getting close to the sensor but no physical contact.
Should block that excuse.
However before dispatching the Monel Metal Medal to you we need to put the Chatter program to bed in order to qualify?
How well I recall the problems with those boilers when they first came out way back in the sixties.
Spanner Boilers are the ones that stick in the mind, gapping those electrodes, emerying the contact faces,
Got a belt once from the high voltage transformer power pack of ( as I remember ) some sixteen thousand volts, made all my hair stand on end as well remembered by a bloke I work with today )
Coil tower had a crack in it and under test it tracked down and into my pinkies.
No ignition, open the micro peephole door and bring back the old torch for a manual flash up.
Sometimes it was like the old days, out with the torch, into the L.F.O. and out with the trusty lighter.
Boom, large dripping flame dripping burning fuel oil all over the boiler room.
( wouldn't be allowed nowadays methinks )
Aside with the peephole, in with the torch lift the auto valve by bypassing it and ignition.
However there was one thing that I was taught never to do.
What can this be?
Remembering The Good Old days, when Chiefs stood watches and all Torque settings were F.T.