You know it's cold when even the locals are discussing (and in one daring case, exhibiting) their thermals in the school playground. I'm used to being the wuss from London in seventeen layers on a crisp spring morning surrounded by the great and the good and the locally bred in t-shirts. But not right now. We're all thoroughly covered up and last night it was -7 or thereabouts round here. So the heating is on. Look, I'm not superwoman. It's bloody cold right now and this house is chilly at the best of times. Still I don't think we've had the heating on in the evenings more than a total of two weeks this winter so far, which is pretty good.
Now I'm off to watch a film next to the wood burning stove which is also producing some chicken stock for me. Second time I've made it this way, and hopefully this batch won't end up down the sink mistaken for dishwater, Tom.
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I knew you'd crack. Congratulations on rejoining the human race. We've got the heating on full whack and wondering how the hell we'd live without it...
PS Goose IS wonderful, isn't it? Can't imagine eating turkey again once you know what you've been missing.
LOL - I was wearing my thermals today too. I currently spend my evenings wrapped up in a blanket longing for a woodburner. It's blimmin cold, but I find a peculiar satisfaction in remembering that this is how my childhood winters used to be. :-D
I think you have done amazingly to manage for so long without your heating. If we all reduced use to that extent we would make a big impact. Woodburners are wonderful things. I have just spent the day by mine, driven back from various other parts of the house by the cold.
Actually, Soilman, with the number of layers I'm wearing, it's more like the Michelin race I'm joining.
All this time without much heating has made a bit hardier though and I do feel guilty. Will be turning it off as soon as I can, but not yet. Tomorrow night is supposed to be -6 here.
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