To explain to you the depths of cold inside my house, my house without heating (Australia, WTF?), if I want an ice-cold can of Coke Zero all I have to do is go to the kitchen and grab one from the box sitting next to the refrigerator. Not inside, but right next to it.
“It’s gonna be cold, it’s gonna be gray, and it’s gonna last you the rest of your life.” That’s where I’m at.
“Think it’ll be an early spring?”
“Winter, slumbering in the open air, wears on its smiling face a dream of spring. Caio!”
What about that big fireplace? Does the heat all go up the chimney like ours? Maybe this isn’t a good house for winter after all. Love, N
My favorite saying from that movie, the one I use all the time: ‘Morons, your bus is leaving.’ Perhaps I should find a new line.
Nan, I don’t use the fireplace unless JM is here because it only heats up that room. Instead I just warm my hands with hot water in the bathroom sink from time to time. Sigh.
I know you don’t think it’s funny but when you say it, the WAY that you say it, makes me have to lol!
have you tried turning the oven on and opening the door and sitting with your feet inside it? Thats what we used to do as students. Now we just turn the oven on and bake a lot! 😉