I have had improved double glazing installed since last winter so hopefully my heating costs will go down. Particularly as I will be going up to Scotland in about 10 days and most likely staying until the new year.
I’m not crowing here, not by any means, but when Gordon died three years ago in 2008 I didn’t turn my central heating on for that terrible cold winter because I didn’t know if I could afford it or not. I was 58 then so wasn’t entitled to the cold weather payment.
I was still working full time, thank goodness, but I still had a car to pay off and a mortgage, both of which are now paid in full. I managed with a small electric one-bar fire and blankets wrapped around me, but I was still cold.
In the winter of 2009 I said sod it, I’m not going to be cold any longer, so I changed my fuel supplier as I’d been paying £186 a month for gas and electric, and I live alone. The central heating was switched on when I got home from work and not before.
Having said all of that, some elderly people can’t move around as nimbly and have to just sit and just sitting can make you hypothermic and that’s why so many old folk die from the cold.
It’s wrong. For goodness sake! This is the 21st century and nobody should be dying of the cold.
Sorry, I’ve rabbited on again, but I do get very annoyed when the government think that the elderly don’t matter anymore.
It was ours also, I slipped up badly when dodging assembly once. I always pretended to be a catholic and was able to stand outside the hall with the genuine ones.
It must have been a momentry lapse or I had an egg powder for breakfast but those chords struck up and I found my self singing it out loud.
Next news, old beaky mutton (Mr Sutton) dragged me by the lug into the assembly hall and made me sing the bloody thing on my own in front of 400 kids.
To make sure I had reverted to C of E the headmaster introduced my backside to his favourite method of persuasion, the tawse.