I love that sketch though. I can't take the pish mind, I've had it a lot easier than some folks here. Not happy that I've had to cut the russian caviar from me cornflakes like but we all have to make sacrifices.
https://youtu.be/ue7wM0QC5LE
Coincidentally, in today’s Times:
Back to the days when net curtains froze stiff
Carol Midgley
Friday April 01 2022, 9.00pm, The Times
The only light relief amid the wretched gloom of the fuel bills crisis has been people trying to outdo each other in the “our house was colder than yours when I was a nipper” stakes. Competitive misery is so British. I heard a chap boast, Four Yorkshiremen-style, that pre-central heating, the glass of water by his bed would freeze in winter. Ten points. Someone tried to raise him net curtains welded to the window with ice. Six points.
I like remembering pre-radiator days (we didn’t get central heating until I was ten) because it proves that, now a massive heating wuss, once I must have been quite resilient. I’d like some of that back. When you were cold, your dad’s big coat would be laid atop your eiderdown. My mum told us to “blow the hairdryer in your bedroom” as we weren’t allowed the smelly paraffin heater upstairs lest it set the bed alight.
Dashing out of the unheated bathroom wrapped in a towel to shiver in front of the living room gas fire, feet against the bars until they burnt, is an indelible memory. My grandmother put newspaper down our jumpers on arctic days and plastic bags inside my wellies. For her generation, who’d scoff at Hive and my husband’s battery-heated socks, even a hot water bottle was a preposterous luxury. They warmed house bricks in the oven. Grimly, some people soon won’t even be able to afford to switch the oven on.