We were putting the kids to bed this evening when S suddenly asked:"Mom, are we poor?"
To which I answered: "No, we're doing just fine, honey, why?
"Because I think we might freeze to death in here"
And while he's not yet ready to follow the same fate as the Little Matchgirl I have to admit he has a point. Our heating woes continue.
Poor M has taken the heater apart on more than one occasion and we're now on a first-name basis with the technicians who keep leaving stumped, but hundreds of euros richer. We'll be replacing the whole unit soon-- yet another lovely surprise from our cursed residence.
When we think about this house and all the expensive skeletons we've been encountering in the closets (and basement, garage, bedrooms, etc) our move to Gemany seems like a deus ex machina...
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