Cold house
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glenatronWe do not have central heating. I think this may be a part of the problem. Also, although we have cavity wall insulation ( every hole in the walls constantly pours tiny polystyrene balls the size of snail eggs ) some windows are still single glazed and rather than an extractor fan in the bathroom we have a plastic contraption that sits over a hole in the window and facilitates drafts.
None of this really goes far enough, I feel, to explain why it is so chilly indoors here.
My suspicion is that if one were to dig through our floor or delve in the garden ( is it even possible to delve too deep and too greedily? I don't see that it could be ) one would find, after a while, that the hole collapsed in on itself, tangles of root matter and sandy subsoil dropping into a deeper space. Further excavation would reveal this to be a stairway, old beyond comprehension, leading down into the hill. Following these steps, cautiously, would take one down in a descending spiral until the dark was absolute. Then a short corridor and a blue glimmer at it's end. Walking down it, into the same walls of cold that we experience walking from the living room to the kitchen, one would gradually perceive a pale cavern flickering with blue-white light that emanates from every crystaline edge of the arched hall at the corridor's end. Curled at it's centre, breath emerging in frozen clouds, massive and silent in it's luminescent sleep, an Ice Drake at rest. Waiting patiently for the Cailleach Bheur to tap her heavy stave across the hill and awaken him again.
None of this really goes far enough, I feel, to explain why it is so chilly indoors here.
My suspicion is that if one were to dig through our floor or delve in the garden ( is it even possible to delve too deep and too greedily? I don't see that it could be ) one would find, after a while, that the hole collapsed in on itself, tangles of root matter and sandy subsoil dropping into a deeper space. Further excavation would reveal this to be a stairway, old beyond comprehension, leading down into the hill. Following these steps, cautiously, would take one down in a descending spiral until the dark was absolute. Then a short corridor and a blue glimmer at it's end. Walking down it, into the same walls of cold that we experience walking from the living room to the kitchen, one would gradually perceive a pale cavern flickering with blue-white light that emanates from every crystaline edge of the arched hall at the corridor's end. Curled at it's centre, breath emerging in frozen clouds, massive and silent in it's luminescent sleep, an Ice Drake at rest. Waiting patiently for the Cailleach Bheur to tap her heavy stave across the hill and awaken him again.
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Date: 30 Nov 2010 01:09 (UTC)no subject
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Date: 30 Nov 2010 09:18 (UTC)How is your little stove holding up?
Maybe the snow will be insulating??! ;-) Good luck!
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Date: 30 Nov 2010 19:47 (UTC)Also, lovely piece of whimsy. <3
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Date: 1 Dec 2010 13:05 (UTC)Oddly, one of them is marked 49 Brunswick Street, Swansea.
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