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The Luncheon Clubposted on 3 December 2011
Mariann muses;
The Open Fire Has to Go It has to, or at least be kept only for special occasions such as Sundays and when visitors are here. I have loved their reactions ranging from "Wow! My granny had one of those" to "Isn't it messy?" to which the reply is, "A bit, but worth it." My cat loves it. She rests her head on the marble hearth while enjoying the warm glow from the embers. I love it. In the winter it is part of my daily routine to get the coal and logs in from the garage, rake the grate out and set light to a glorious feast for the eyes, body and soul. How many of us looked into an open fire in our youth and made our dreams for the future? But it has to go. The reason is that I can no longer afford the luxury of a daily open fire as it is a costly commodity. I detest central heating; it has a drying, almost suffocating assault on my senses, plus it's a constant assault on my bank balance as bills have shown in the past. But newly I have taken to doing sums as a necessity in retirement. Prior to this I would spend on what suited me, suited my lifestyle. Not for me designer clothes or handbags but small luxuries such as a good bottle of wine, holidays with friends and an open fire. Now I surmise that I can no longer afford all of these, even with the government's winter fuel allowance. Agreed, last year was a bad winter in the UK, one of the worst on record, but methinks I would rather spend the allowance on a sunshine holiday abroad with a good bottle of wine rather than logs and coal. So sorry cat, but I will buy you a fleecy bed! |
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