We are down to our last log basket of the November delivery of firewood and it looks as though we’ll be needing the fire for another two or three months. We’ve found the (low-emission) log burner to be the best way to heat our nearly 100-year-old house which has single-glazed windows but is otherwise well insulated. People were clearly tougher than us in the past. Perhaps they did more manual labour. I found the house too hot when I came in for lunch hot and sweaty from lugging and stacking wood today.
The delivery of kiln-dried, ready-to-burn firewood arrived this morning. It usually takes me an hour per cubic metre to stack, a total of three hours for the minimum they’ll deliver of 3 cubic metres, but this time it took only 2 hours. That doesn’t count the time I took to tidy up the wood shed space. I paused in the first hour to put on a lighter jumper and to pump up the wheelbarrow tyre. Felix supervised for a while, then went inside to sleep. I had a brain blip at the start; stacking the firewood the wrong way round. So strange – it’s not as if I haven’t stacked wood many times before!
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