It’s a musty old shop this shop sometimes. I don’t tend to open up the windows too much over the winter months because, as I’m sure you can all imagine and/or know, it gets really, really, really very cold. It gets so cold that often you actually can’t open the windows because they are frosted shut. I’actually broken a few window frames in my life trying to let some air in during the winter months. Like, you wriggle it and shake it and try and give it a few bangs then just get a little carried away and give it one shove way too many and you hear that foreboding creaking of wood and you know you are in trouble.
So yeah, you can’t really be opening the windows all to often. Even if they aren’t frozen shut, opening them undoes all the good work your fire has been doing over the days and nights of these long, cold, bitterly cold winter months. So, here I am, stuck in a stuffy warmth for months at a time, huddling my sheep’s wool around my shoulders. Drinking tea for the warmth, taking the bag out sooner every time. The radio broke so now it’s just me and the silence, the long cold winter silence.
Well, I’ve sort of sorted both problems in one fell swoop, and quite by accident. Some lad drove through town last week with ‘Beatson Industrial Fans And Electrical Motors‘ written on the side of his van. Now this was a van I had never seen before, which I knew meant something was going on. Predictably enough, a half hour later, I hear the bell of the door going off and in runs Gary’s boy Charlie ‘Come down the Church there’s a fella selling fans!’. So down I go and ended up picking up a bloody big fan that keeps heat in but circulates air AND makes a nice calming whirring sound, a sound apparently beloved by many…
It certainly seems to work for me. I sleep down here now by the fire. Curled up on the floor like a dog, a happy dog.