re: heating. if i’m feeling particularly hedonistic i whack it all the way up to 17c for an hour. i can see daylight round my front door (yes, i have a curtain) and i have a 3m squared single-glazed front window so really i’m just heating outside.
bottom line is i can’t afford to have my heating on. i just layer up and i own a LOT of blankets. the joys of low-cost housing.
my dad, god rest his soul, would have the telly on sky sports constantly during family christmases. if people tried to have a conversation he just turned it up, and then often left the room but would bellow if anyone dared turn it down a notch. also everyone had to go to bed at the same time, 11pm latest even on christmas day.
i do miss those gatherings though. the bar was always open and we had some spectacular arguments over board games (during which the quality street tin was allowed out but a sharp eye was kept on it and once everyone had eaten 2 it was whisked away again).
i know someone whose fridge is like some dreadful biohazard found after a protracted apocalyptic event. oozing things. green things. uncovered meat and cheese. and all like jenga so attempting to take out a cold drink would result in an avalanche of munge.
and my ex MIL who believed a pantry did the same as a fridge, despite it not having a door and being next to the cooker. i do not miss those days.