Tell me about it C-H! Until we moved into a new house with central heating (a last minute addition I believe) in 1967 I distinctly remember as a youngster waking up on a winter’s morning and seeing my misty breath in the freezing temperature of the bedroom. There was a good layer of ice on the inside of the single pane of glass and standing on your PJ’s stopped your feet freezing when getting dressed.
“… and you tell the youth of today and they don’t believe you. Luxury it was!”
