When I first moved into this house it was a wreck, no hot water, no double glazing, useless gas fires, it was so cold that when I went to bed one night the dog jumped up on it, when I awoke she'd climbed in under the duvet!
It had an old tortoise shell fie place with a really old gas fire in it, I used to have to wear my coat in the parlour and the dog would lie in front of the fire with her arse right up on the hearth trying to get warm.
The last time I went camping with my mates she climbed into my sleeping bag, the little tinker.