I decided to reschedule the gas boiler to spend less this winter. I’m going to remove the two-hour heating for now, but I don’t know whether to remove it from the first hour of the morning or the last hour of the night. I work in the morning and rest at night. I don’t know which is worse, cold typing or cold TV watching? Also, an expert tells me not to cool the house too much because then it costs you twice as much to heat it and what you gain on one side you lose on the other. There are blankets, of course, but when the cold gets in your bones, the blankets only serve to keep it there.
Cold.
I’ve spent my life fighting it, because whoever got cold as a kid is doomed to be cold for the rest of his life. I wear wool socks in mid-August because although I am alive, my feet are the feet of a dead person. They always freeze, as if the blood did not reach them. I can walk on coals without getting burned. Rather, I turn them off when I step on them. Beginning in November, I’ve been writing in Eskimo boots, in which an electrician friend of mine wore a resistor that was heated by a small battery hidden in their interlinings. Despite this, he barely managed to raise his temperature a few degrees. In short, he had reached an age where he thought he had won the battle against the cold when the threat of rising gas prices came. They say that whoever pays two hundred euros on television will pay eight hundred euros.
The boiler has a control with which the on and off times are set, as well as comfort temperature, holiday temperature and ten or fifteen other concepts that are not currently relevant. The thing is, the boiler is a high-tech gadget that I haven’t touched since it was installed, and I don’t understand it, and it doesn’t understand me either. Control and I don’t understand each other, so I started manipulating it like crazy and instead of suppressing the two-hour heating, I increased it to eight hours. There is a house that throws a bomb. Even my feet showed signs of life for the first time, they rose. Like everyone else, I have living feet. But I can’t afford them. They are not economically feasible.
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