I'm getting through the weekend in a blanket. The central heating started to fail last weekend, refusing to go on despite the fact that the thermostat claimed the flat was cold enough. The whole on-off control panel refused to work. And it was only installed at the end of September. By Friday, it had given up the ghost entirely. Two rather small oil heaters (chewing up electricity) just aren't helping. One of them is rather old and too heavy to move about, while the brand new one (which I couldn't afford) takes all day to change the temperature of a room from freezing to slightly cold. I began shutting doors yesterday and by evening, the kitchen was finally warm. It was gloomy yesterday too, with pinpricks of sleet coming down: very depressing. I am so unbelievably sick and tired of trudging around the squares in of inner London so didn't want to venture forth either, even though going for a walk in the cold is the only way to warm up.
This morning has dawned bright and sunny - and very cold. But at least it feels more cheerful and my morning sprint-walk around Russell Square meant I warmed up quite nicely.
What do you do when it's too cold in your house to exist? Go out? I'd love to go to the shops or go out for coffee or something......but I've run out of money. My entire salary vanished in the first week of February: had to buy a dehumidifier as the mould and damp suddenly began to colonise previously unaffected rooms in spectacular fashion (it's been a gargantuan problem in other rooms for years.) And then that urgently-required heater. It cost bloody £65 but is just too small to cope. Wish I could have afforded the bigger one.
Sigh. Don't ask about getting the central heating fixed. That's another blog that involves a long rant about Camden Council. The less said about them the better (although can I just mention to someone somewhere that "24 hours emergency" does not equal FIVE DAYS to get a repairman out. Hello? Maths, anyone?)
Time to do some writing. My heating pad has warmed up my back nicely and the sun is pouring in through the windows. It's Sunday morning, probably the best morning of the week.
As for that thermostat: it has finally decided that it's 15C, having being stuck on 18 since September.
This morning has dawned bright and sunny - and very cold. But at least it feels more cheerful and my morning sprint-walk around Russell Square meant I warmed up quite nicely.
What do you do when it's too cold in your house to exist? Go out? I'd love to go to the shops or go out for coffee or something......but I've run out of money. My entire salary vanished in the first week of February: had to buy a dehumidifier as the mould and damp suddenly began to colonise previously unaffected rooms in spectacular fashion (it's been a gargantuan problem in other rooms for years.) And then that urgently-required heater. It cost bloody £65 but is just too small to cope. Wish I could have afforded the bigger one.
Sigh. Don't ask about getting the central heating fixed. That's another blog that involves a long rant about Camden Council. The less said about them the better (although can I just mention to someone somewhere that "24 hours emergency" does not equal FIVE DAYS to get a repairman out. Hello? Maths, anyone?)
Time to do some writing. My heating pad has warmed up my back nicely and the sun is pouring in through the windows. It's Sunday morning, probably the best morning of the week.
As for that thermostat: it has finally decided that it's 15C, having being stuck on 18 since September.
A faint quarter moon seen from the lounge window at dawn
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