Autumn is here, winter to follow and my first Christmas this far away from family.
Roaring fire in the pub and one in my flat - turns out just as well. There's no direct gas supply here, no British gas pipes under the streets (no real streets, just small closes and 2 mains roads). Today I discovered what happens if you don't keep your eyes on the gas storage in the garden - no heating and no cooking in the pub.
Tomorrow is visit day from mum, can't wait to go shopping in the warm!
The gas has been ordered, the fires are roaring - it could be so much worse. Think I really am beginning to love this country living.
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