Yesterday, I played host to some out-of-town friends. Way out of town...as in, from New York state! Jim and Pat are traveling through the UK and Ireland on their honeymoon, and went far out of their way to come for dinner. It was a wonderful evening, and I added that extra-special touch for their comfort. We call it... central heating!
Yes, I turned the heat on for the evening. That means I will have to go at least one extra day past Halloween, but it was worth it not to have shivering guests at the table.
My friend Jill in the US, worried about the effects of this lack of heat pledge, has got my local weather on her computer. She wrote to warn me that Monday's supposed to be a good frost. Fear not, Jill and other Gentler Readers, the furnace is lit and I have the heat set to kick in at 10C (approximately 52F). I may go crrraaaazy and kick it up to 12C, too. So, we'll have heat well before the house and pipes get to freezing. At least, that's my plan.
Getting back to visitors, if you come to stay, I promise to put the heating on if it's autumn or winter. We have a guest bedroom, and it's nice and tidy (not even any clean laundry, SusieJ!). I can cook, after a fashion, and the pub does a world-changing lamb shank. We'll even make a fire in the fireplace for you, and bake cookies. Did I mention the castle around the corner, and the Queen's country house down the road 5 miles? Just let me know when you're in this neck of the woods, Gentle Readers, and our door is open. But not too far, or the heat'll escape.