House of Horrors

It's funny how quickly you can grow to hate a house. We have a deal. I agree to keep it clean and in return our house keeps me cool in the summer and warm in the winter. Well I'm now suing for divorce. In the depth of a super cold spell, cold even for Chicago, the house let our furnace escape. Had the house left me for another younger owner I wouldn't
Have minded so much. But to leave us in the cold in bitterly cold weather is unforgivable.
Since Saturday morning our home has made Cold Comfort Farm seem like The Ritz. It doesn't help that Grumpy has been surprisingly gung ho about the whole thing.
" You're behaving like a school girl," he said as I tried to make coffee with my gloves on.
"It's not that bad," he said as I shook in front of the fire under a blanket.
Grumpy has done his best to help. He went out and spent over $100 on heaters that in an open plan house are less use than a hair dryer. I've taken to dragging round behind me like a puppy, but the only way it could keep me warm would be if I stuffed it under my sweater. In e summer I open the freezer door to cool off. Now I have to do it to keep warm!
I think the cold has gone to his brain. It certainly has to mine, This morning in my rush to prepare supper before leaving the house I smashed both potatoes and their bowl as I took out my frustrations attempting to mash them with a meat tenderizer.
I stormed out to the cinema where I saw the first movie I could find on at 10 am a psychological thriller. It was a great movie, but the cinema was still pretty cold. Still it gave me plenty of tips on how to dissect my steak when I finally return to the igloo I currently live in.
Good news is their may be a warm front tomorrow. If the new furnace doesn't turn up, I'm setting fire to the house!