Then you are probably 45 or older. It was that double glazing what did for him.....but remember it being cold enough for the condensation to freeze on the inside of the windows, and your parents making up Jack Frost like that was a good thing?!
“Jack Frost will get you” That was the warning from parents back in the day. I always remember being scared of him Ice on the inside of my bedroom window was quite normal until my dad made double glazing with a special kit you could get in the 70s. It was like a heavy duty cling film. No central heating or quilts either.
I remember coats on the bed as blankets, and another thing the winters have got warmer since we joined the EU, bloody brexit now they’re going to get cold again!
It's all those hot blooded Italians coming to the UK ............................ bringing their Mediterranean weather and foreign ways with them and not assimilating to proper British weather.
Ice on the single glazed windows which would then melt when the house warmed up, This would then run in streams and had to be soaked up with towels. We had coats on the bed and extra blankets you could hardly move with all the weight
Our neighbors have recently moved back from Singapore ,the teenage offspring had never seen frost and where very excited about the frost on the windscreen of the car on the school run , selfies had to be taken while posing with the frost
My god I never thought I’d see one of those again. We had a heater that my mum would put in the bathroom to heat it up before bath time then move it into my bedroom whilst i was in the bath as our house only had heating down stairs. Had ice on the insides of the windows for years but strangely I never remember being cold. my eldest child would die if the house falls below 20c.
We’ve still got single glazing and have often awoke to ice on the inside of the windows. I also remember my gran lighting the paraffin heater in the bathroom. Oh dear I’m starting to sound old now
I can remember going to bed and putting my clothes underneath the eiderdown, so that they weren’t too cold next morning.
My parents old house had ancient single glaze sash windows that Dad always refused to replace as they were "part of the house's character". Every winter morning Mum would have to dry the windows to stop the condensation pooling on the wooden sill and rotting it out.
