On the news this morning . . . . "last night was the coldest since February, 2022" That will the coldest since last winter, then
How the hell we survived back in the day when there was no double glazing, no central heating, no onesies, etc. We used to: 1) Wear more clothes (especially layers) 2) Keep one room (living room) warm and others not heated 3) Put more bedding on beds 4) Eat warm food (soups, stews, casseroles etc.) 5) Moan less - it was normal life, and there was no point in complaining
Mind, the amount of bedding on the beds, you were more likely to get crushed to death rather than die of hyperthermia.
As it got colder another blanket went on, and another, and so on....to the point you slid under, rather than trying to lift the whole lot up. No idea where we kept all these blankets in the summer...they just appeared. Make your bed before you go to school" my Mam would shut up the stairs. Nee chance, I'd be bloody late, sorting all that out.
When the big storm knocked out power for several days, its what I told the g'kids... back to the 50s, frosty windows and only one open fire in the whole house!
I've seen it numerous times, and never tire of seeing it, his reaction is just priceless. A really beautiful moment.
I'm always naturally suspicious when I see someone approaching a sleepy old man, with a few quid stashed away, holding a pillow
50s? Our house was like that until the 1980s, steel framed windows that would cause the condensation on the inside to freeze! We had 2 sets of curtains, one inside the window recess and a larger pair in the normal position. We had flannelette sheets, which were much nicer than plain cotton ones, but the blankets weighed a ton. Getting undressed in the bedroom was a speed trial and my teeth would start chattering until I got under the covers and the bed started to warm up. One winter was so cold that I wore a wooly hat in bed. Don't think anyone who hasn't lived it could appreciate how a coal fire could warm your front, but the draught it created would chill your back.
… and what a life skill it was to come in from playing out in the snow and getting warmed up from a coal fire without getting corned beef legs.
Had a haircut by my usual Ukrainian lady. First time in over ten years heard her swear. Ukrainians and Russians used to be friends, not anymore! Apart from Exile, I suppose we can all agree Putin is a cnut!
