draughts 23:52:26 on Friday, January 1 2010

I have to get a plumber to come and help me out with the heating.  I have to, I must and I will.  Whilst I was spoilt rotten with all sorts of loveliness this Christmas there was undeniably a theme running through the majority of my gorgeous gifts.  I struggle with Reynaud's as long time blog-followers may know and added to that this little wooden house is hard to heat (esp with the boiler that I've got that has it's own mind, and doesn't communicate logically with me) I received mittens, scarves, battery heated gloves (!!!) for dog walks, thick socks, a usb powered foot warmer (so whilst I sit at my laptop dealing with work I can tuck my toes into heated cosiness!)  I hate being cold and yet I seem to be quite good at it.  I try my best to avoid it but it creeps up on me.  This cottage has stood proud and strong for hundreds of years, but in that time the draughts seem to have negotiated their way through the walls and they invade and make me shiver.  Thank heavens at least that even when the ground is cold and crisp and even, and the boiler is having a paddy (several times a day) when I get to the evening I light the fire in the wood burner, and Billy and I can sit on the floor and get toasty.

Al

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