Home Comforts

[swee'pea99]

Bring back outside loo's with newspaper cuttings

No no no - IZAL: 'NOW WASH YOUR HANDS'

 

[SpokeyDokey]

I totally agree. My in-laws used to live in a big rambling 250 year old house with a massive fireplace, in which sat a sad 'fire effect' electric 2-bar jobbie from the '70s. They insisted that they'd grown up with open fires, and they were 'nasty and dirty, and a lot of effort'. What a waste.

Even sadder than the little electric fire are these modern 'flame effect' jobbies.

We have friends down in Poole and they have one of these modern efforts at recreating a proper fire.

It's a hole with a stainless steel trim surround in an otherwise featureless wall containing about a dozen big flat pebbles.

When it is 'fired up' a cold blue flame flickers about above the pebbles.

They love it (and fair enough if it floats their boat so be it) but it is a dire thing, utterly charmless and utterly unromantic.

 

[swee'pea99]

Even sadder than the little electric fire are these modern 'flame effect' jobbies.

We have friends down in Poole and they have one of these modern efforts at recreating a proper fire.

It's a hole with a stainless steel trim surround in an otherwise featureless wall containing about a dozen big flat pebbles.

When it is 'fired up' a cold blue flame flickers about above the pebbles.

They love it (and fair enough if it floats their boat so be it) but it is a dire thing, utterly charmless and utterly unromantic.

I just said to the missus: "Three things - one, did you get the email from Jacquie I forwarded to you? Ok, two, you have the slowest slow puncture I have ever come across - it took three days to come down from 60psi to 20psi, but it did it twice, so it definitely is leaking, but I've just spent five minutes feeding it slowly through a sink full of water, pumped up hard, and I still can't get it to bubble. Three, I just bought 150kg of coal." (Notice the cunning way I slipped that one in right at the end there...bore her to death first, then she'd so relieved that I've stopped at all, it kind of soften the impact.) So, that's me sorted for the winter!

 

[SpokeyDokey]

I just said to the missus: "Three things - one, did you get the email from Jacquie I forwarded to you? Ok, two, you have the slowest slow puncture I have ever come across - it took three days to come down from 60psi to 20psi, but it did it twice, so it definitely is leaking, but I've just spent five minutes feeding it slowly through a sink full of water, pumped up hard, and I still can't get it to bubble. Three, I just bought 150kg of coal." (Notice the cunning way I slipped that one in right at the end there...bore her to death first, then she'd so relieved that I've stopped at all, it kind of soften the impact.) So, that's me sorted for the winter!

We go through around 4-6 big open bags per month from Oct to March/April and about half that amount for the rest of the year. Plus loads of logs too.

Can't put a price on cozy though!

 

[Nidge]

Bring back outside loo's with newspaper cuttings - wonderful, especially in the depth of Winter.

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[NorthernDave]

I remember the ice on the inside of the windows and the gas fire in the living room being the only source of heat in the house.
I can also remember having that many blankets on the bed in an attempt to keep warm that I could barely move...

 

[gbb]

Aye...

Who needs a Squatty Potty?

I could lend him mine ....

 

[Dave 123]

In our last house(draughty old cottage with ill fitting windows, tiled floors, minuscule wood burner) I was forever sawing, splitting and carting logs into the house, dragging crap in on my boots.

Call me soulless, but flicking a switch is great.

And I've not started on the dust and ash!

 

[mustang1]

My house has those windows with LCD crystals that darken when it detects low light outside so we don't have any curtains. It's a bit like the sunroof on my Ferrari.*

*The above is not true.

Best thing I like about my house is having a hot shower after a bike ride I'm dark, windy, rainny conditions.

Ps: why can't houses have central locking as standard? I guess it must be a really expensive option.

 

[summerdays]

My parents house had central heating but a gas fire in the living room, and that was the only room that would be toasty. At my grandparents there was an aga in one house that was the only form of heating (other than a hot water bottle), or at the others an open fire. You just wore more!

 

[Deleted member 1258]

Normal service has been resumed boiler is fixed, we have heat and hot water, and it wasn't as expensive as first thought, still wasn't cheap though.

 

[IDMark2]

In my house there was the getting dressed for school zone. The space between the roaring Parkray Dad set every morning before disappearing to work and the clothes horse in front of it with Mum's drying washing.
This too was after forcing yourself to quickly negotiate the route from ice-encrusted bedrooms to the kitchen where the heat from the burner on the cooker warming the porridge was gratefully kept in the kitchen by each entrant having 'Close the door!' shouted at them.
Glad that's a long time ago now.

 

[marknotgeorge]

It was a bit of a culture shock for us kids when in 1984 we moved from the late 70s centrally heated housing association home to the Edwardian terrace we now call home. No heating at all upstairs! The bathroom, which was two rooms knocked into one and thus the largest room in the house was as cold as a very cold place. Before we had central heating fitted, we had a gas wall heater fitted in the bathroom. One bathtime, my brother singed his backside on it, and had a herringbone brand for ages...

 

[classic33]

In my house there was the getting dressed for school zone. The space between the roaring Parkray Dad set every morning before disappearing to work and the clothes horse in front of it with Mum's drying washing.
This too was after forcing yourself to quickly negotiate the route from ice-encrusted bedrooms to the kitchen where the heat from the burner on the cooker warming the porridge was gratefully kept in the kitchen by each entrant having 'Close the door!' shouted at them.
Glad that's a long time ago now.

The good olde days