I can think of nothing more festive than a glittering tree, a sparkling open fire and a deep layer of brilliant-white snow covering everything outdoors; great-tits squabbling over the hanging coconuts and nuthatches protecting the seed-feeder from the blue-tits. Of course, this perfect scene is flawed when it comes to building a house: an open fire is in-conducive to progress!
I certainly made no mistake when it came to designing around a feature-fireplace; the stone flooring compliments the underfloor heating and ensure any red-hot flying ember from the fire lands harmlessly. The problem, of course, is that real fires are hypnotic; you build the fire and set light to it whilst thinking of the jobs ahead and yet, once flaming, that fire draws you in. One may manage to walk away for a minute to recharge one’s glass, but the magnetism holds still. Once again one finds oneself standing within bearable distance of the flames, wrapped in thoughts of nothingness whilst trying to remember other jobs on-hand. A waste of time! Even when reading a book, that magnificent distraction proves too much.
No real snow to report though even these few inches is enough for me to change tack when it comes to planning jobs. At least, as you can see, i can get the car out if I need to buy supplies! It is enough, however, for delivery trucks to waver which in turn limits my potential projects.
I’m getting on with extra electrical socket installations and tomorrow I might even complete the circuit in the kitchen… if the fireplace allows!