Keeping cosy in winter

Particularly necessary these last few days so here are a few tips. You may, like me, enjoy a lovely cosy cheerful fire as you read your book/mark your pupils' work/procrastinate... so here's how.


First get a big log and a couple of small ones. Carry them all together and realise that you have not only made your newish jersey filthy but that there's also a good chance it has a new hole in it because of the sticky-out bit you hadn't noticed in the dark.


Put the logs down gently so bits of moss don't fly everywhere. They fly everywhere anyway.


Artfully scrumple up a couple of sheets of newspaper and arrange them in the fireplace with a pine-cone or two. Feel smug about using nature's firelighters. Pick the bark off the big log, snip off the rest of your broken fingernail, staunch blood.


Put the pine cones back where you wanted them, then do it again this time more violently.


Lay the logs in the fireplace in a cunning way so they can't fail to catch fire and wedge the blasted pine cones in place. Put the bits of bark you ripped off along with your fingernail on top.


Look for some matches.See that some psychopath puts used matches back in the box and that it is full of them. Find a lighter, ignite corner of artfully scrumpled newspaper. Hear frightful racket from catflap - burn your finger because you aren't looking at what you are doing - the cat has come in with a vole. Catch the cat, rescue the vole, put it out. By the time you have done this your newspaper has burnt away to nothing and the fire, like the vole, is out. Redo the newspaper business, grumpily.


Telephone rings as you use the little bellows to get the fire going, you answer only to discover it is some photovoltaic salesperson asking you how you heat your house. Meanwhile you blew a load of wood ash all over your cleanish black trousers in your rush to get the telephone.


Go back to the fireplace where there is a pile of logs sulking at you insolently, but no glow, no flame, nada.


Go and put on another jersey. Or two.

Just replaced our old inefficient insert - learning to use the new one, without getting smoked out of the house or over cooking it for the first use was equally irritating. Thankfully we are learning the knack. The old one may have been inefficient but it burnt like the clappers - even the dog could have lit it !

Vic, are you the one frequently spotted with a feather duster when La Poste's beautiful yellow vans pass your way? ;-)

You missed several bits. Those are the obscene cursing and straightforward swearing that should be between each of your paragraphs. I usually try to be alone at these precious, or do I mean precocious, moments so that my utterances may be unleashed into loud explicatives that see dogs taking flight and cowering in their baskets. Cats also become invisible.

I have not been through this routine, oh curse it, since yesterday afternoon. Today may bring....

Thanks Veronique; am going to pinch this for one of my students

Nice one. Having just returned to the Aude after an 11 day sabbatical the house is freezing. This morning I’m reminded that my boots need new studs! Our exploits last evening were as described but with dried vines. Such a pain they don’t trim them at the 60cm Mark to make use indoors easier.

Brilliant, Veronique. I laughed out loud. And yes, today's cream jumper had black gunk smeared up the left sleeve and loose bits of bark, moss and something that looked like snail poo across the front. Lovely.