…until they are your primary source of heat.
Yup, that’s right. It’s been a week since the boiler broke down and still no parts in to fix it. We borrowed a little halogen space heater from Neil’s dad and that helps, but fearing a huge electricity bill we use it sparingly.
I am using a crapload of candles though. If you light enough of them the chill is cut and you get the added bonus of a romantic glow. Not that there’s anything particularly romantic or sexy about being bundled up in a faux sheepskin hat with ear flaps, layered shirts, and other such functional winter outdoor wear. With the fashion we’re sporting we could only be looking good walking a catwalk in Alaska.
At first this ordeal was a fun little break in routine. A week later? I’d like the boiler fixed please. Now would be great.
I’m just grateful the winter has been mild.