It’s disgraceful.
I remember many, many winters ago in our student house. Old terraced house, fuck all insulation, damp issues, single glazing (the usual for cheap student lets). Our boiler broke and it took a few days for it to be fixed, unfortunately, this was when it was snowing outside and really cold for the UK.
I never felt cold like it. I went to bed wearing two pairs of socks, long sleeved/legged pyjamas, a fleecy onesie, a hat and gloves, a duvet, blanket and a throw over my bed. I slept underneath the covers so that the warm air I exhaled would warm my body. It was absolutely horrendous.
Our group of friends “joke” about those few nights but it’s so fucking heartbreaking that what we used to see as a “joke” will now be the daily reality for so many people.
We have small children. Luckily in a “small” new home with good insulation and a new boiler with split heating across floors, but we’re still just going to have to wrap up warm and limit when heating is on and try to keep it for only “essential” parts of the day. It’s actually so fucking ridiculous that with rising fuel prices as well you can’t even try to spend days where you’re all at home out of the house to save on heating it, as fuel is through the roof too.
We were looking to buy a bigger home soon, but we’ll be staying out for a few years, now. I’m just so thankful we bought our home when I found out I was pregnant, as it meant we only bought a house we could afford while I was on (shit) maternity leave pay. If we had bought before that, we’d be sitting with a mortgage we’d likely struggle to afford and a house we absolutely could not afford to heat.
And this is with both of us working in management roles which luckily work around each other so we don’t need to pay for childcare. What a fucking joke.