'Shut that bloody door!'- living with a hot-climate partner...

[Fordian]

😂 You so don't realise how so many of us grew up with freezing houses, one 'warm' room, Jack Frost on the inside of your single-glazed bedroom window, aged 4... - being shrieked at to 'shut the bloody door!' - all the time. Let alone sitting in a freezing hallway on the family landline trying to gossip with yer bestie, as yer dad tapped his watch in front of you...

Til you partner up (marry) and import someone from, like, Queensland, who doesn't have that embedded in their DNA....

Gaily going out to the bin leaving the front door open. Going out into the unheated conservatory, en route to the bird feeders leaving the conservatory door open. Every door in our 4 bedroom hours (2 DC away at uni) wide open, to unoccupied rooms.

Shut the bloody door! 😊

i take it you aren't menopausal yet then!

Oh, I am. I am (59). My lovely DH is Australian. I'm still shouting, gently, at him to shut doors behind him because that nice warm room you just exited was expensively heated. Which is why it felt nice. But if you let that heat out, a) it might get cold; but b) it will cost to reheat.

As per our (new, Shell) energy provider's projection of +£923 this coming year. Projected without the Ukraine thing.

Shut that bloody door.

Getting dressed and undressed under your nightie in an unheated bedroom. Socks, jumpers and hot water bottles in bed. Girl, I hear you.

Then when you grow up and can finally afford to and are allowed to make your own choices about house temperature, bloody climate change and the guilt about not wasting energy.

We're you born in a barn? Put a vest on. And you're letting all the heat out so shut the blinking door!!

😂😂 Oh, I miss my dad!

It's like Blackpool illuminations in here. When you leave a room, switch the light off. And shut the flipping door!

DH was born in the U.K. and still leaves the door open when he puts the bins out.

@Fordian

😂 You so don't realise how so many of us grew up with freezing houses, one 'warm' room, Jack Frost on the inside of your single-glazed bedroom window, aged 4... - being shrieked at to 'shut the bloody door!' - all the time. Let alone sitting in a freezing hallway on the family landline trying to gossip with yer bestie, as yer dad tapped his watch in front of you...

Til you partner up (marry) and import someone from, like, Queensland, who doesn't have that embedded in their DNA....

Gaily going out to the bin leaving the front door open. Going out into the unheated conservatory, en route to the bird feeders leaving the conservatory door open. Every door in our 4 bedroom hours (2 DC away at uni) wide open, to unoccupied rooms.

Shut the bloody door! 😊

I'm with you! My DH is in shorts and a t shirt and I am in fleecy stuff with extra socks and sheepskin insoles in my slippers! I say "Shut that door!" approximately 83 times a day. And I AM menopausal but recently started HRT which has sorted my hot flushes

With you all on this! I jest with DH that the reasons for divorce if it ever happened would be not shutting the ducking door, opening windows wide while the heating is on, not sorting the throw on the couch after sitting on it and leaving lights on. The days I'm back in the office I can tell what and where DH has done / been in the house 🤦‍♀️ before COVID I worked remotely and you couldn't tell where I had been. I swear he's turned back the clock to being a teenager 🙄

I'm married to one. It drives me bonkers. My stepson is the same and years ago would leave for school leaving the front door wide open in winter.

I now try to get them to shut the doors. My husband especially. He works from home and wanders out to his garden office leaving the back door open. Aaagghhhh

If doors are constantly left open and hot air is escaping I will shut and lock them so they have to knock to get back in. They then ask why the door is locked and I repeat. It's working. More doors get shut now.

It's a big bear of mine and so wasteful with heating bills.

It's the same with baths. They run them to about 6 inches below the rim, which takes ages. They get in for five mins and pull the plug and waste all that hot water. This really does drive me potty although I'm not vocal about it. I have gently suggested they get in earlier whist it's still running but I'm looked at like I'm strange. They say they would then have finished their bath before it fills up. That's sort of my point, they don't need a full to the brim bath-full every day.

I was raised frugal and it never leaves. Maybe it's me and I'm just grumpy. I hate waste.

It's quite a privilege they have never had to think of these things really.

@Fordian

You so don't realise how so many of us grew up with freezing houses, one 'warm' room, Jack Frost on the inside of your single-glazed bedroom window, aged 4... - being shrieked at to 'shut the bloody door!' - all the time.

Gosh I still remember those days of my childhood. Having no fridge but that not mattering so much in winter as you could leave the butter and milk on the outside window sill so it would stay fresh longer. Paraffin heaters in each room lit an hour before bed so the room was warm enough to sleep. Wearing lots of layers including extra socks plus your coat on top of the bed as an extra "blanket" to stay warm. And that was in the days before fleece. I REALLY love fleece, have LOTS of it, and layer up - including fleecy socks. 🌹

I grew up in a big old drafty house built in the early 20th century. In very small town BC. It got really cold in the winter. The windows used to build up a good 1/2 inch of ice, despite the radiator under them.

It would be well below freezing outside.

I had lots of blankets to snuggle under.

Ah, the pre central heating days, when we had a coal fire in the sitting room and family conversation consisted largely of ‘Shut that door!’

You’ve got a husband problem not an Australian problem.

Our houses are absolutely freezing in winter with no central heating so we use blankets and add layers in the cold. My British flatmates used to bung the heat up at the slightest sense of cold whilst prancing around in a vest top, whereas my DNA says put on layers and a jumper and thick socks inside the house.

Fortunately my husband is the same and believes in layers.

In Queensland we are shouting at them to shut the bloody door, I don't want to pay to cool the street, air con costs money!