I’ve given in and lit the fire. It’s throwing it down with rain, the wind is bashing the side of the house and it’s pitch black. After a lovely day at work, I raced home as we’ve had a stove installed. Much more effective than an open fire and a few logs have warmed the entire house all evening. I’ve even washed some laundry and I’ll leave it to dry in the residual heat over night. I’ll spend the next few hours marking books in front of the fire with some herby tea. The wind can howl, it’s cozy inside. Not being in any debt means I can afford to invest in keeping warm and after the bitterness of a house that we could only afford to heat to seventeen degrees, the delicious warmth of the stove is total luxury.
Good night readers, until tomorrow,