Propane

 

Light up the gas heater with a lighter, that piezoelectric button has not worked for a very long time. Keep the button pressed until the pilot flame has generated enough heat to bend the bimetallic strip to open the safety valve. Then turn the heater on full and with whoofing noise the gas ignites. There is a row of blue flames and the heater starts to make clicking noises as the metal expands. There is still gas in the cylinder, enough to heat for a good few hours anyway.

They are the kind of heater that is not meant to be used in an enclosed space, but there is nothing to be done. The room is bitterly cold and today is the day on which the things have to be photographed for Ebay. All the things gathered over the years, the lenses, cameras, all of these things have to go. There is no time to deal with them any more, it is sad to see the things go, but everything has to end sometime.

Work all day arranging things, and taking pictures, and packing them away again. It is quite a lot of work, but it would be a shame just to throw the things away or to leave it somewhere as some job lot for somebody else to sell. As the day is getting on realise that the lungs hurt and that the head is getting heavy.

It is time to open the windows and let in the fresh and cold air.

It is easy to forget warnings when you are occupied doing other things, and the small heater has started to remove the oxygen from the air in the room.

Enough to cause a headache and aching lungs.