From the age of ten (1958), I let myself in after school, and had to light the paraffin heater!! Since my mother had started working, the coal fire hadn’t been used. I was the one who had to go to the shop to get the paraffin can filled, as well as doing all the shopping after school. The heater, only in one room, would have been on from when my father got up, then put off when my mother and I left for work and school. The one other room, where I slept, was never heated. Now, I live in a new build bungalow with underfloor heating. We were advised to leave the heating on 24/7. The bedrooms are set at 19deg, and in the five years I’ve been here, the temp has never dropped below that, so the heating doesn’t come on. If I have visitors, I heat the bathrooms for a short while. The living room is large and open plan with a lot of glass, and is set at 22 deg. It usually comes on during the night in winter. As 22 deg doesn’t seem to feel so warm in a large room, I always wear a cardigan or fleece in winter, and in the evening, usually resort to wearing an extra pair of (fleecy) socks with my trousers tucked into them. That heats my ankles and keeps my feet warm. My old botany wool cardigans and jumpers are the best. Glad I’ve kept them for twenty odd years!