Friday, 16 November 2007

Winter is on its way...

It is getting quite chilly here in Kabul. I was out of town last weekend and when I came back it seemed that all the trees shed their leaves while I was away!

Winter requires some preparation here - we put a layer of plasitc on our windows - as makeshift double glazing - and this year I think I will put up both on the inside and outside... We filled an outhouse with wood in September (when the prices were cheaper). I have put down a few extra rugs down which makes it warmer and more homely, as I will be spending more time indoors. The moveable gas heaters and bukharis have come out of storage. I have a wood bukhari in my living room and now it is required to be lit during the day - aswell in the evening.

I enjoy the process of laying a fire - and it always reminds me of my mother - as I remember watching her prepare the fireplace in our living room as a child - she would roll up lengths of newspaper and twist them into rings. On top of these small pieces of kindling would be placed and then lumps of coal. It is technique that I do now (though I use larger pieces of wood instead of the coal) and somehow provides a small connection even though I am so many miles away. There is something satisfying about watching a fire that you have laid take hold - especially without the aid of firelighters, or as the common practice here is - diesel!

Unfortunatley we do not have the luxury of central heating - with its ability to be timed to come on while you are still sleeping.... I am not looking forward to January and February when it becames a struggle to get out of bed in the morning because it is just too cold!

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

Memories are interesting aren't they? I only ever remember dad doing the fire! Have since found the ring method sub optimal unless the fireplace has a really good draw on it. Tend now to use more newspaper scrunched up loosely in a ball rather than tight in a ring.

Hope ur well. Busy as ever here, Maisies roller disco party yesterday which was a laff, 20 of her mates - mayhem...

Love Phil

Catherine said...

You are absolutely right, Dad did lay the fire. But my strongest memories are from my teenage years - when it was always Mum doing it!

Thanks for the tip - I will try the newspaper scrunched up and see how it works!