Sod the planet, just give me the oil

I love my eco-friendly woodburner, but right now, I’d kill for some of the black stuff.

It’s a bit cheeky of me to put today’s blog in Fashion and Style section, given that any attempts at either are clearly out of the window at present.

The reason is, it’s freezing. 

Actually, it’s not really all THAT cold here, it’s just that we don’t have any central heating.

Last time we ordered fuel oil, it was 95 cents a litre. We could only afford 500 litres, so this is strictly used for hot water only and we have had to switch back to the woodburner as our main source of heat.

The problem is, the past few days we have absolutely chunked through wood and we can’t afford to keep burning it at this rate – it is just not lasting anywhere near as long as I would like. We are currently lighting it at noon and putting the last log on about 10.00, but we can’t really afford to light it till 5.00. And we really need to burn all day to keep the heat in. I don’t know quite how cold this office is, because my thermometer doesn’t go down far enough, but it’s pretty bloody cold, I can tell you.

Also, the woodie may heat our living room admirably (in fact, by evening it’s too hot to bear), but little of the heat comes upstairs to this office, so as I type today (I kid you not), I am wearing: undies and socks; long johns, velour sweatpants and an ankle-length knitted skirt; a thermal camisole, long-sleeved t-shirt, poloneck sweater, and long cardigan; then Uggs, a huge woolly ankle-length knitted dressing-gown, a woolly hat, and fingerless gloves. Stylish I’m not.

Dressing for the bedroom is proving another problem. Not the flannel pjs and poloneck sweater that I habitually sleep in now (yay – sexeee). These are doing a great job and when the weather drops below freezing, we can always leave the electric blanket on overnight. But the past few nights I’ve woken up with a crushing headache from the cold. The electric blow heater we’re using to warm the room before bedtime seems to wear off about 4.00am, leaving me wide awake. Damn and blast it, I hadn’t thought of this eventuality, for all that I grew up in a house where the water froze in your bedside glass. I am clearly getting wimpish.

Hmn. Time for a bed hat says my friend M. We both wore one in the recent cold snap (well, mine was a hood) and while I’m at it, why not a bedgown and a candle, so I can thoroughly look like Scrooge? Is this what it’s come to? Talk about Victorian values.

Well, maybe not, actually. Fuel oil has dropped to 63 cents a litre, which brings it within reach again, so we are planning to order a thousand litres next week. What bliss even a LITTLE heat would be, even just setting the thermostat to come on when the temperature drops to 15 degrees or so. And warmth in the morning, that would be nice. And not having to stand in front of a blow heater to get dressed, warming up each item of clothing in turn… 

Ah yes. Sod the carbon footprint – just gimme the oil.

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.