Burn, baby, burn!

I've run out of oil again. To be honest, I've no one to blame but myself. I'd already run out of oil earlier in the week, twice, and I guess I should've phoned up and got some more. I'd gone to the trouble of getting one of those overpriced emergency oil drums from a nearby garage so why I couldn't just pick up a phone and order some I'm not quite sure.

On a brighter note, it does mean that I'm using the real fire in my house. I wasn't able to use it last winter because everytime I lit it my room filled up with so much smoke it could have been used as a firefighters training facility. During the summer though, I did some uncharacteristic forward planning and got the top cover taken off my chimney. I now have a glowing, coal fire.

It does make you wonder about what we'll do when oil eventually does run out. I just hope the government is a little better at picking up the phone to order some than I am.