We forgot all about getting the chimney swept until last month. Then, I phoned the brother of the chap who installed our new woodburner last year – keeping such things in the family, he’s a chimney sweep himself. He was booked up for weeks, so we’ve been looking forward to his arrival today.
“There was quite a lot of soot in that chimney,” he said, with a note of enquiry. We explained that a different sweep had been booked last year, but he’d phoned the day before he was due because he and his family had been struck with a sickness bug and he had to cancel. He said he’d phone to arrange another appointment but he never did and it just got left. And tonight, we have a lovely log fire burning in the grate. It’s not that it’s so cold, but there’s a point of the evening, sometime after sunset, when there’s quite a chill in the air and it’s tempting to set a match to a few sticks and bring some cheer into the room.
This was also the day when my once-a-month cleaners visit, so I asked them to leave the sitting room until last, so the house has been cleaned and polished as well, which is another pleasure. I think I’d appreciate it less if they came every week.
And I’ve paid bills, so I owe nothing to anyone – financially at any rate – and that’s good too.