Thursday, 10 November 2011
The Cold Wind Doth Blow
I woke several times in the night, as usual, and was unusually for me, feeling cold, but thought no more about it until 6.00 am.
Getting up I was aware that the house was chilly so whisked downstairs to check heating thermometer.
Suddenly realised that not only was it only about 58 degrees, but there was no sound from the boiler.
Head finally working realised the central heating was not working, so tried all the tricks I knew to encourage 'life' to no effect.
Hastily scrambled through messy files to find British Gas maintenance details, phoned them and was told the earliest they can get an engineer out to me is tomorrow (Friday). They can't be certain whether it will be am or pm but will 'try' for am.
Brought up in a house with no central heating, and having lived to the age of 35 without ever having a centrally heated home, I've always considered myself to be fairly tough. Ha!
Really don't know whether it is thinning blood (age), or simply the result of having lived in a comfortably warm house for 31 years, but, whatever the reason, I am now a fully qualified wimp.
This made me reflect on the fact that many people (of all ages), never experience the luxury of a warm comfortable home, where pushing a button can, on most occasions, either increase or decrease the level of warmth.
There are so many things we, the privileged ones, have to be grateful for, so many things we take for granted, as our 'right'. Yet for other less fortunate people, such things are totally beyond reach.
I will stop shivering and put on another woolly.