We’re heading into winter now which is my favourite time of the year. I love when it’s cold outside but I’ve got the heater cranking and it’s warm and toasty inside. For as long as I can remember it has been a comfort that I’ve always enjoyed. I even go as far as getting heating repairs in Sydney around this time every year, so that I know my heater is working on the day I decide to turn it on.
My husband, on the other hand, is the complete opposite. He always complains in winter that our house is unnaturally warm. Every year he says that he’s tired of sweating and being uncomfortable. And every year I say the same thing: “Babe you’ve got a simple choice, you can live a life where you never sweat again or you can live a life with me. It’s up to you”. And every year he makes the same choice. I am his one and only and I know he’ll put up with a life of being slightly uncomfortable if it means he gets to see my smiling face every day. Happy wife, happy life… or so I’ve heard (haha!).
I love that this is my personal blog and that I can say anything I want. I kind of hope my husband doesn’t find it because if you read my other posts, they’re all pretty much about me counting down the days until it’s socially acceptable to turn on the ducted heating and cooling in Sydney. I love my husband but if he knew that I’d be willing to throw away a five-year marriage just to keep the heater on all year then I don’t think he’d be very happy.
But yes, I digress! There’s officially one week left before I can turn the heater on for at least twelve hours a day. Every single year, this is more exciting than my and my husband’s birthdays put together.