Having a heater in the city was definitely a necessity. I didn’t understand how those people could get by without one, battling the cold. I couldn’t imagine having to fend off the cold chills with only layers of cotton and wool. My heater had been broken for three days now and I didn’t think I was going to survive another night in the cold. I had to do something about it, I had to have someone come through and repair it. I had been trying to hold off for another week, until pay day. It wasn’t like I was broke or stuck for money, I just wanted to have more of it before I spent a chunk on the heater. I spoke to the woman at Ducted Heating Sydney, who congratulated me for putting up with the cold for as long as I had. I told her my story and then booked in an appointment. The woman at Ducted Heating Repairs Sydney told me when to expect a technician and hung up the phone. I felt better after scheduling an appointment with Heating Sydney. I felt like I was on the road to warmth. I just wish I didn’t have to wait. The cold was sinking into my bones, turning me into an angry and very unenthusiastic person. I didn’t want to get out of bed, or even my pyjamas. I had been moping around the house and if I hadn’t of been on my holidays I would have lost my job due to not wanting to do anything. I wondered how the people who lived in Antarctica still managed to smile at each other and hold polite conversations. I’d decided it would be best for everyone if I didn’t speak a word to anyone until the heating in my house was fixed.