Cool night in I was invited over to my parents’ house for dinner. Mainly to help my mother get things ready. When I arrived you could have cut the atmosphere with a knife. Dad had forgotten to order oil again. This happens every winter on the coldest day of the year. Personally I still thought the house was roasting. I have noticed that they hardly ever use their lovely fireplace so it was a good opportunity to do so. It was a very pleasant evening. However I am absolutely not hanging out with them next Saturday night!