Compared to some countries we have not had that much snow but temperatures have dropped to their lowest for several years – it was minus 15 this morning – and I got up to find there was no well water. Fortunately we can switch over to mains water and I crossed my fingers that there were no frozen pipes.
The cats were pretty miserable as it was too cold to go outside and play. Holly and Willow tried looking out of the the bedroom window:
This went a bit sideways – and yes, there are bars at our bedroom window. I think it’s to hold up the wall. . . . . . . .
Hasn’t Willow grown? She’s about as big as the others now but still as playful as a young kitten.
Pepper took up her favourite position on top of Whale’s television from where she can watch the world go by:
Not that much was moving outside this morning though.
Parsley, Chloe and Toby settled themselves on armchairs:
Parsley looks pretty fed up, don’t you think?
Chloe is miffed that the radiator isn’t warm. (It’s been turned off since we got the woodstove)
But Toby snuggled down into his favourite armchair and dozed.
It was Mustard who bagged the warmest place, under the fire (which was alight despite appearances: it keeps in overnight if turned down).
On the subject ot the woodstove, Bear has been stoking it up with enormous logs which is not a good idea, so he decided to buy a log splitter.
We went to Leroy Merlin with the intention of finding a thing like an oversized chisel to hammer into the logs but came away with an electric one.
The instructions were a bit frightening with loads of safety precautions but it actually works very well.
The only dicey moment was when I told Bear that the maximum size was 25 cms and some of our logs looked bigger than that.
“We’ll have to try one then,” he announced.
“But if it says 25cms is the maximum that must be for a good reason.”
“No, we have to try these things.”
He tried. It got stuck. I left him to sort it out.
All the same, we now have a good supply of wood cut into ‘bite-sized chunks’ for the stove.