According to my SCARF thermometer, I'm long dead; it's been telling me for weeks that I'm in danger of hypothermia and I should turn the heating up... (How's that supposed to "save cash and reduce fuel???)
I'd love a wood burner - not only for the wonderful and potentially free heat (and cooking/hot water) it provides, but also for the fact it would give me something useful and warming to do, with having to collect fuel and keep the burner stoked. The council, however, only ever provide the most expensive and ineffective heating possible to those on low incomes, i.e. electric. The only good thing about not having a job is that I don't have to suffer the heat I used to endure in the office; it was usually 23 degree and my colleagues were complaining that "it was freezing". At the place where I now work Saturdays, the heating is crap and it rarely gets above 16 degree. Just right for me (with a woollen layer less than I wear at home), but everybody else, of course, isn't happy.
I have noticed, though, that the cat is a lot more affectionate in winter than in summer! She never usually hops up on my lap whenever I sit down to read or knit... And every night she spends in my bed, too. It's amazing how much warmth such a small body can generate.