Aye. And then you should burn the both of them!
I can't do that. One of them is yours!
Well burn your own then.
I won't. I'll just be sensible with it.
You wouldn't know how to be sensible with it.
Course I would.
Bert sneaks about the house turning down the cental heating and turning off what he thinks are unnecessary radiators. I sneak around after him turning it back up again. Meanwhile Pearlie has her heating turned up as high as it will go and has a couple of electric heaters blasting away as well. When it gets so hot that her wee dog starts to pant she throws open the door of her moby to let a bit of air in. He laughs this off whilst telling me to put on more clothes. Picture me. I'm already happed up to Michelin Man proportions. I can hardly move my arms I've got so many woollies on. I'm actually wearing leg-warmers.
The room that Bert and Hannah sit reeking and smoking and watching telly/playing clarinet in is really warm but I can't sit there all night. How could I blog?
There is a downside to living in a bigger house. Roll on summer.
Woo! Leg-warmers!! :D
ReplyDeleteFraid so. There are icicles hanging off my monitor in here.
ReplyDeleteI have the opposite problem. Mine tries to freeze me in summer.
ReplyDeleteThere is little need for aircon in deepest County Antrim.
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