A few weeks ago, I came out into the kitchen one morning and there was Tony, sitting up on the kitchen table right under the heating vent watching the sun come up. From his posture and concentration, it looked like he was enjoying it very much. The other thing he really likes is to lie on the table under the vent and let the hot air ruffle his fur. I've learnt that when it's cold, rather than turn the temperature up, it's much more effective to just turn the fan speed up. Tony approves of this greatly.
Oh, how I love having central heating. It has totally changed the way I feel about winter in this house. Washing dries within a day if I hang it on the shower rail or on a clothes horse. There aren't any damp corners and I don't have to wear a hat to bed. I even decided that one doona is probably enough. Tony has also discovered that there is a spot on our bed under a heating vent, so at night there is this little patch of extra warmth. Yep, the heating was a good decision.
