I am a little impressed by the thermal retentiveness of the Asbestos Palace, which despite several unheated hours (the CH goes off between 9am and 5pm) and a temperature outside that didn't rise above zero managed to not fall below 16.5 degrees. My office, which benefit from catching the sun stayed toasty enough not to need to leccy radiator.
Mind you, I'm glad the CH is current on and set to Barbados.
Git! It was 11 degrees in the bedroom when I woke up this morning. Which made me think of Pancho...
The contrary is that it hits 30+ in the summer. It's a sixties era house with solid walls, the last 'executive townhouse' we lived in was made out tissue paper and balsa, and that despite apparently living up to some environmental standard (built in 2008) would shake off any heat like water from a wet dog. Despite some shoddy Everest double-glazing that lets in random drafts, this place seems to retain more heat. The walls have cavity wall insulation, something I was never convinced by, but the previous owner had it done. And we did have insulated panels fitted to roof of my remote command centre (a mezzanine level on the side of the house, where the double-height ceiling is the roof).
Very dry though, the RH reading in the kitchen is 27%.
On the downside, the bathroom radiator is still bust. BG came last week but didn't have the part (of course) because he was only a 'service engineer' (not sure what the part is, it's supposed to come on with the hot water, so I assume some magic in the boiler cupboard is failing to happen). Supposed to be coming tomorrow, though I suspect that's in doubt. Not so bad if we remember to leave the door open so heat from the rest of the house gets in.
Anyway, as a once-upon-a-time Canadian, I'm cold-hardened. I remember the ice storms where everything just ended up covered in a thick layer of ice. Then collapsed. Electricity, who needs it. Our heating as it turned out. Brrrr.
