Warmth

I knew that something was up on Sunday morning when I heard Shirley taking her morning shower in our upstairs bathroom. There we just have an electric shower that is fed with cold water. In the downstairs bathroom, the shower  is fed directly from the new "combi" boiler for which we paid a king's ransom last June.

Yes - you have got it. The new boiler  had developed a fault and was no longer working. We checked the manual and in spite of pressing the "reset" button, the boiler soon ground to a halt once more. The digital display was flashing "F29" which meant that we wouldn't be able to fix it ourselves. 

Fortunately, the boiler is under guarantee so on Monday morning a central heating engineer from the company that did the fitting work arrived to assess the problem. He soon decided that it was an issue that needed to be addressed by the boiler manufacturer. 

Another big van arrived this morning from "Vaillant" and within half an hour the problem was fixed. We had central heating and hot water once again. Whaay! Forty eight hours of living in a fridge was over and we could return to normal life.

Both Shirley and I grew up in houses that did not have central heating systems. Our houses were heated by coal fires and electric storage radiators. In wintertime, I often woke up with a freezing nose, reluctant to throw back the cosy bed covers and put my bare feet on the ice cold linoleum in my bedroom. Sometimes there was ice on the inside of our single-glazed bedroom windows. 

At this latitude on the edge of the Atlantic Ocean, home heating in wintertime is essential and those cold forty eight hours we have just endured reminded me of how much British people rely on central heating these days. Of course we cannot burn domestic coal any more and in cities wood-burning stoves are greatly discouraged. People are kind of trapped. We have to pay the energy providers.

As I thought about writing this blogpost, I investigated how Arctic peoples kept themselves warm in desperately cold winters. Clothing and footwear were of key importance. Of course they used animal skins including the hides of caribou, seals and polar bears. Their shelters were well-insulated - including igloos built of packed snow. Inside a well-constructed and inhabited igloo, the temperature might rise to be 100 degrees Fahrenheit warmer than in  the outside air. Coastal Inuit people made oil for cooking and light from seal and whale blubber. They were very resourceful people but their winters must have been very hard  indeed. It is likely that genetically they were better predisposed to coping with very cold weather.



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“ I am A Pig From Hell”


There is a famous scene in Steel Magnolias where Clariee (Olympia Dukakis) offers up Ouisa ( Shirley McClaine) to be slapped by a grieving M’lynn ( Sally Field). 
It’s an important scene as it not only lightens the mood of a very difficult time in the narrative but it also underlines the importance of humour, when used for good at otherwise dreadful times.
I met a friend for brunch today.
She is literally dizzy with grief, so over coffee and a cooked breakfast she sort of vomited out her thoughts and feelings until she had almost run out of steam , like a clock.
I then felt it time for a bit of frivolity, I’m pretty good at judging when frivolity is appropriate.
I had recently received a message from a mutual friend which mentioned the world CLUNGE I had never heard the word before , even though I could hesitate a guess at its meaning  
I asked my friend what she knew and without thinking and in her best and very loud Miss Jean Brodie voice she picked up her phone, logged into Google and enunciated very clearly 
“ CLUNGE…….C. L. U. N. G. E …….CLUNGE !” 
Now we were sitting in the very busy and very select cafe in Llandudno at the time and my friend’s voice was rather too loud and very quickly the place went almost silent
Apparently  CLUNGE is not a very nice word .

Our subsequent fists-in -mouth muted hysteria was the ideal release my friend needed 
We laughed until we almost cried 






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Pray

 I’m grateful for the majority of you who speak life into me. The few that don’t even when meant well is not well received. I will continue to share, but it will be done more carefully. I’m taking proactive steps to protect my mental health. Peace is imperative for me. You can be strong yet sensitive. My desire to help others has come as at a cost. One, I’m not sure I can no longer incur. I need to pray for what exactly to share that does both. I’m hoping I can thread the needle. Please pray for me. Tell me something good today. 

Regine



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