She said: "I'm cold."
I said: "Put theetin' on."
She said: "I want a proper fire - there's no coal."
I said: "Sadiffrence? Eet's eet!"
She said: "It's not the same. I want a proper fire."
I said: "Iffyer want coal, go an' gerrityerself - un firelighters as well."
She's gone.
Winter's cummin'.
Don't think I'll be, fer a while.