Lets not mince words, it's foul.
Life in the clouds, wet mist swirling round the house on the wild driven wind.
A fire, lovely beacon of heat burns in our log burner.
Our Franco Belge, our friend, companion of many a night. Deliverer of wonderful warmth.
People who live in town, hit a switch, the zombie pump whirs and the radiators warm.
Miss a lot.
Our new house will have central heating as a secondary system.
A back up for the real heater.
We are going to buy a seriously big mega log stove.
Eat your hearts out....
R
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some of us in rural lincolnshire sit and shiver o keep warm....he log fire had to o as the cleaning of it had a endency to cause clogging of the kids lungs! not been brave enough to get the parafin heaters out yet,....how much is parafin a gallon now???
I'll close my eyes and arm myself at the imagination of your crackling fire...green with jealousy!
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