When I was growing up, we had no central heating, but open fires in the dining room and front room.
There was an Ascot heater over the bath, which could be temperamental. Usually the completely tiled, black and white bathroom, was freezing cold in winter.
I remember having a little gas fire in my bedroom, and being allowed to light it. The airing cupboard was also in my bedroom, and so I used to put my clothes on the hot water tank, to warm them up before I got dressed. But, I was terrified of it springing a leak.
We had central heating installed before I went to grammar school, with a lovely little coke fired boiler, with a nifty little handle to open the lid. It's chimney had a gadget fixed around it, with spokes coming off, that mum used as an airer. That may have been dad's invention, he was good at those.
When we got married and moved into our bungalow, we had an anthracite fired boiler in the kitchen. It's a good job the floor was heavy duty tiles, as sometimes the fire roared away, and we had to dump all the hot coals on the floor.
Now, it's a newish gas fired boiler and new! radiators.
These were a present to ourselves, as we haven't had a holiday this year. ?
Millions from U.S. are now Canadian
