When I moved into my present house four years ago it didn't have central heating.
Since there are neighbours on either side, and the idea of making up real fires sounded romantic, I thought I'd be fine.
I moved in in July.
I lasted until December, and then made a frantic call to the plumber, and was thankfully sorted with full central heating by Christmas.
It must be because I'm all skin and bone that I feel the cold so much. That or living in balmy London for seventeen years had sent me soft.
