The office for my home’s a wooden shed,
with outlets and sufficient window glass
but little insulation. Comfort’s fed
electrically, by heater or by fan.
The former is to warm my hands and head
all winter long. The fan makes breeze from June
to autumn – till this year. I leave my bed
each morning and I greet a chilly mass.
My fan is idle now. I heat instead.

(Magic 9)