Cold comfort in a draughty old house ouse
All right, so it’s really beginning to feel like winter now.
Getting out of bed for work or school in the morning is an increasingly unreasonable expectation while competition for the best spot on the lounge and best throw rug to go with it is fierce in the evenings.
Even the family pets have had enough of the cold. Earlier this week, one of the cats quietly sauntered into the house before I left for work in the morning and settled into the one armchair that is draped with a sheepskin rug. And there he stayed for the rest of the day.
But I’m well aware that what passes for winter in Sydney is more like spring time in parts of Europe so I’ve been trying to make the most of the available sunshine and warmth on weekends.
This is easier said than done in a draughty old house.
While the blinds are usually let down on our west-facing house in summer, in winter I’ll draw the ones at the front to let in as much light and heat as possible.
This has the added advantage of watching the sunlight pass through the original rippled glass windows which I should have replaced years ago for something more practical — and soundproof — except for the beautiful patterns the glass makes on the wall.
On warmer winter days, leaving the front door open so that the sun can stream in and up the hallway makes the floorboards warm enough to contemplate going barefoot while finding a spot on the front veranda suddenly becomes a priority.
In truth, it’s about the only time of year when I don’t need much prompting to work on the front garden, which is now host to a new collection of winter flowering potted plants.
As soon as the sun starts to drop though, it’s time for a hasty retreat, if only I could get the cat to move over.