The topic of my very first post was the extreme cold we encountered returning to Liverpool after the Christmas holidays two years ago. Without having had the heating on much for two weeks, and forgetting to adjust the heating upon our return, we nearly froze in our very own beds that night.
Last year we had learned the lesson, and when we returned to the house the heating went on immediately. I supplemented this with all four gas hobs on high, an open oven door, and a house guest holding a hairdryer up to the room while watching TV. It worked a treat.
This year I was curious to discover the heating situation, returning as we were to a new abode. It wasn’t too cold at all - the benefits of a brand new apartment I suppose. Nonetheless a boost to the heating was required. All the radiators were put on maximum, and soon the place was cosy and warm. Of course the problem was that by the time the place was cosy and warm, we were already asleep, and there was no one in a position to decide to turn the radiators down.
Part way through the night I turned the heat down in my room because I was too hot to sleep. A nice lie in was in order, given the tiring day before, so it was quite late before I woke up and ventured into the oven.
Did I say oven? I meant the living room & kitchen. Oh yes, with both heaters on full blast all night, the room was absolutely stifling. It really was far too hot. I had to open the balcony door and leave it open. The chocolates had melted. The cupboard handles were warm. The sink was warm. I’m surprised the fire alarm didn’t go off! For the first time, and hopefully the last time, the nicest room in the whole house was the fridge.
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