Washing up without boiling the kettle. Radiators emitting glorious warmth. The familiar tick noise of the boiler switching on. We are among you again- modern, heated homes of Britain.
In the week and two days since the boiler was shut down for safety, (water leak + electricity was a bit risky), we’ve gone through approximately 225 tea lights and a dozen dinner tapers, huddled around the intermittent glow of a 1200 watt halogen space heater, and worn more fleece than you can shake a synthetic sheep at. These chilly toes of mine will warm up as the evening progresses and the boiler clicks and ticks its way through familiar mechanical processes.
This will be the best evening in recent memory. Bliss! 😀