Last night the classic thing happened. I was just dozing off to sleep, snuggly and warm, when a trickle of an idea for a story wormed its way into my dozing brain. Jot a few notes, put something on your phone, even if its just a word, go on, go on, you can do it! So what was this great idea? Well, obviously I don’t know, because of course I was too snuggly, warm and dozy and I couldn’t sneak my arm out from under the cosy duvet to grab my phone and find my glasses.
Like most people – or most people I know, we have been trying desperately to be economical with what we spend on energy so our house is pretty cold, and upstairs it seems arctic. We’re turning lights off after us, and keeping the heating off, or as low as possible, only heating the water when necessary. I’m sitting here now, writing, with my normal winter clothes on, plus a blanket wrapped round me, plus a padded jacket and hankies up my sleeve for when my nose runs (I know you didn’t want to know that last thing, but it’s true, sniff!). We try not to use the oven as we used to – it’s a big oven for a couple of jacket potatoes or a small pie! We’ve bought draught excluders to put against the bottoms of the doors and at some point we’ll get a curtain across the front door. I’m sure lots of people are doing the same and more, and I’m sure lots of people my age are thinking back to when they were children with no central heating and no double glazing.
Thinking about my childhood, wearing vests and with hot water bottles at bed time, I can’t help but think that there are many people now who aren’t as fortunate as we are now. They have no central heating to turn down, they have no double glazing, they can’t afford to buy draught excluders and curtains for the doors, and unlike my parents (who weren’t well off, but by no means impoverished) they can’t even afford fuel to heat their accommodation, or heat their food.
So back to last night, and the story I had wandering around inside my head. I didn’t write it down and now it’s wandered off. It was about a guy called Colin, that’s all I can remember. Perhaps it will come back to me tonight, in which case I will jot something down.