Three hours after I decided to end my ‘no heating challenge’.

I don’t know if I actually posted about this challenge here. Possibly I was too cold to do that; typing under the duvet is not ideal.

Basically some time before Christmas I joined the protest against rising energy prices and decided I will be using as little heating as possible. I sometimes put my old-fashioned gas fireplace on, which is in the lounge. Most days I sleep on the sofa as the rest of the flat is too cold.

Initially it was going ok and I thought I’d get used to this but as time passed I was realising I see John less often, stopped tidying up, I avoid the gym, showers are a struggle; mostly I’m just on the sofa under my duvet. Mind you, I could still afford the heating, I just wanted the challenge. I was also hoping this way I support Ukraine in their war against Russia, although John said our gas doesn’t come from Russia.

Yesterday I thought to myself: is that all I am going to have out of life? I can’t continue like this, I need a change. Today in the morning I put the heating on, took a shower that was fairly pleasant and I was meant to tidy up in the afternoon.

While I was waiting for my hair to dry I realized radiators are cold… the boiler broke down.

Ironic, isn’t it? But at least I had heating for Christmas, and I’m grateful for that.