Photo-a-Day (Friday, 18th January, 2019)
Early frosty morning
Brrr...time to put more coal in my fire bucket.
A brisk start to the day Harry. Nicely.
Winter is a vicious gangster.
Pernicious and dangerous. Unstable.
We know what he could do to us if he wanted. The brutish barbarity he is capable of .
So we're very nervous around him.
" Morning, Rocky!, Great to see you. My you're looking swell"
Fortunately he's in a quiet mood when he visits our neighbourhood. Perhaps he needs a break from all the killing. Just gentle warnings. Cold and hard. Delicate as the frost but persuasive. No rough stuff yet.
As long as we pay the protection money he'll move on in his sharp suit , Fedora and spats. So we hope.
Where's my scarf and gloves..a proper Winters scene Harry..thank you.
The 'joy' of a frosty morning when the boiler has gone on the blink! Shake the shawl out - and roll on Spring!
Yawn, I think i'll go back to bed.
Lovely pic of a cold morning which turned out to be a beautiful bright day.
Veronica, I don't have that problem, coal fires don't go wrong...well not yet.x
No coal fires just damage the earth, soon to be outlawed along with other damaging fossil fuels, ah the good old days where quite something else when you think about them
Garry I envy you! Four weeks ago my C/H had a service. Yesterday I was reduced to my ornamental coal/gas fire which heat output is about the heat of 4 candles! I think it is something to do with the clock thingamajig! I am dreading the engineer coming this afternoon!
Veronica, I am only just catching up on P-a-D as we have been out all day at Otley. I do hope you have got sorted with your heating, or it's a case of "Put some more coal on the fire, Beryal!". Hope you're all sorted and Warm! xxxxx
Thanks Irene, the chap is coming in the morning at 8 00 he was delayed. I had forgotten how cold it can be- I am wrapped up in a duvet. It's like old times in Scholes!
Forget the duvet Veronica, wrap yourself round a bottle of something alcoholic instead. It won’t make you warmer but after a while you will be past caring.
It's back on - but needs a new timer/clock thingy so have to switch on manually! And as you do - having another couple of jobs done in case the Beast comes back!
I had a tot or two of Whisky and danced on the table top Dtease! It's just awful without heating - we are not as tough as in the days of long ago!!!
The thing is Ivor when are people going to stop guessing about climate change. I'm old enough to remember most houses,factories, schools and companies were heated by coal. Steam engines ran for BR and so on. If we carry on camping, barbeques, privet run steam trains will stop all great things we like will come to an end. Think and see what as been stopped or finished by governments in the last few years. Diesel powered vehicle are cleaner than ever before. We had electric trams and trolley busses years ago, now they what electric power back on our roads. It's all guess work for me. Coal is king.
I hope you wiped the table before you danced on it, Beryal...I can see the crumbs on it from 'ere! xxxxxx
The good old days before central heating Veronica, when you had nothing but your dad’s old Army Greatcoat to keep you warm.
I can see you in my minds eye Veronica, standing on the kitchen table wrapped in a duvet and Flamenco dancing with one hand clutching at that vital duvet and the other hand sporting a large glass of Scotland’s finest export. Joyous!
I certainly did Irene - although it's highly polished. I could have slipped and broke my neck and not felt it! It's my best Ercol!! Myrtle and Beryial would be quite sparing with the Manshion Polish!
We used to have his Army greatcoat at the back door Dtease,as a gale blew beneath it! We had another Greatcoat hanging behind the pantry door in navy with silver like buttons. I don't know which service that came from! He probably 'fond it' as he would often say!
He did come home on leave during the war with Army blankets wrapped round him underneath his greatcoat - he must have looked like the Michelin Man! Those blankets were in use a long, long time. You can bet a lot of pilfering went on in those grim days. Everything seemed grey to me in my earliest memories of the fifties.....
Sorry spelled private wrong 12:30.
I need a Sherry.