I’m almost always cold. Occasionally, I’ll get cold enough to put on a jacket. If it’s still really cold, and the heating is on, I’ll wander over to the nearest heater and poke it find out where all the warmth is.
If the heater is cold, I wander up to the boiler and find the red pilot/lockout light glaring balefully out from the darkness of the cupboard.
My reaction is a bit like like this:
Because Dave works night-shift and I work day-shift, there are days when our heating is on for the entire day. Chances are, if the boiler’s lit up then it’s run out of gas.
And then I have to work up the courage to go out into the even colder outside to buy credit for the meter. Or, if it’s a Sunday night which tends to be prime money-running-out-time, panic and rush to the shops or wait until the morning.
I hate when the gas runs out.