It’s not that cold as yet, but it feels as if it is. I put the electric blanket back on the bed the other night, and it’s nice to get into a warm bed. All the same, I still have the summer duvet and still wake up too hot in the night. But my personal thermostat is on the blink and it could be a permanent malfunction.
It is very good to enjoy a fire every evening, though. It’s the cheering comfort as much as the warmth. Tim was saying this evening that he thinks it’s about time to start lighting the woodburner in the dining room. Luckily, we have many tons of logs in the barn.
The most pleasurable use of a fire, in my experience, is in the bedroom and bathroom. The extravagance of the latter, in terms of work per time spent there, makes it not terribly sensible, but lying in a hot bath on a cold night with the flickering flames of a log fire lighting the room is genuine luxury.