We moved recently and inherited one, I don't like them, never did, quite honestly I'd have it taken out but for the mess that might entail. The previous owners left the paperwork as to the installation and it wasn't cheap, so maybe another reason as to why we feel we should keep it. We did buy some of the right kind of wood for it during a cold snap, but my husband finds it a fag preparing the groundwork to get it going and I certainly can't be arsed. Sometimes my step daughter who lives nearby drops round and gets it going because she enjoys farting about with things like wood burning stoves. It kind of reminds me of my early childhood and my parents grovelling about in the grate of the open fire in our dining room when ever they got a fire going, just messy, but good for crumpets, although not so good when my brother chucked a load of conkers on it and they exploded round the room which left my mother in a shrieky state I just feel, given they are polluters they aren't worth the money, time and effort, the woody smell, not altogether unpleasant hangs in the air next day. The few times we were successful in getting a roaring fire going, the effects of that presented on my face, thus focusing my mind on the fact that I still haven't fully passed through the menopause,