It would be nice, occasionally, to be able to use our sitting room in the winter, seeing as it has the comfy sofa in it, and the television, not to mention taking up about 1/3 of the floor space of our cottage. But it’s in the half of the house that isn’t heated by the Rayburn which means its background temperature is permanently in the ‘Danger of Hypothermia Act Now*’ range on a good day (on a bad day, before we renewed the double glazing film, there was ice on the inside of the window in the morning). Anyway, yesterday it wasn’t too cold and it was the last episode of Life and as we’re both suckers for the mellifluous tones of St. David, it seemed like a good time to lay a blazing fire and try and heat the room up enough so that it would be bearable in time for 9pm.
It went a bit like this
5pm – other half fetches wood from woodshed and brings it into sitting room.
5:30 – go in to sitting room to lay fire
5:31 – come back to kitchen to get my fleece
5:35 – come back to kitchen to fetch a pruning saw to get the kindling down to reasonable size. Wood warms you twice, you know, and the first way is a lot more effective than the second.
5:40 – fire laid and lit
5:41 – fire out
5:43 – fire relit
6pm – fire blazing. Thermometer still stubbornly at 9 °C, and then only because it doesn’t read any lower.
6:30 – we move coffee table out of the way so we can put the sofa nearer the fire. Find my woolly hat, lost since our last attempt to watch telly
7pm – fire now reasonably warm, if you stick your head in it. Thermometer creeping up towards 12 °C
7:30 – Other half retreats to kitchen to cook supper. I plug in laptop to keep warm.
8pm – Watch Wallace & Gromit while wearing a fleece, woolly hat, and huddled under a blanket.
8:30 – gosh, telly is rubbish these days, isn’t it? Break down and turn heating on. Extract arms from blanket.
9pm – hurrah, it’s on. Watch upper-class macaques sitting in the hot springs while the poor lower-class macaques sit out in the snow. No prizes for guessing where we stand in the social hierarchy.
9:30 – Temperature creeps up to 15 °C. Feel guilty about impact on the planet and turn heating off again. Am now able to take my hat off, although the fleece stays firmly on.
10pm – hurrah, it’s over. Washing up (in warm kitchen) suddenly seems strangely attractive. Leave other half poking the last heat out of the fire and retreat to bed.
*I see from this link I was struggling with the exact same problem a year ago. One of the main perils of having a blog is finding out exactly how much you repeat yourself…and I expect I’ve said that too, somewhere. Oh well.