There are advantages to living in a hippie inner-city suburb.
One of which is the Moreland Energy Foundation, an organisation which helps local residents to reduce their energy usage.
I rang them a few weeks ago, after a spell of particularly cold nights where the draught under and above our front door made it all the way down the corridor, past 2 bedroomson each side, into the living room and up onto the sofa RIGHT WHERE I SIT.
Anyway, I wanted to know whether they had a preferred contractor they could recommend that I could get to come to my home and install draughtproofing things. Because while I am good at buying things to install at home, Fraser and I are less good at actually installing them. And draughtproofing supplies don’t do much use when they are just lying around taking up space, unless the space is directly in front of the draughty door – and even then, it is kind of inconvenient.
Moment of extreme luck.
“Oh,” said the guy, “Are you a member of Zero Carbon Moreland?” (only without the hyperlink)
Me: “Um, no?”
Guy: “Well you should be, it’s free … and they are about to start a draughtproofing blitz.”
Turns out, Zero Carbon Moreland is about signing up and committing to reduce your carbon emissions by 20%. Which is not only a laudable goal, it is also very easy given that we collectively travelled 160,000 km give or take a few in the last 12 months. When I did their audit, 75% or more of our emissions are from transport. Heh.
Anyway, here’s the deal. We joined ZCM for free, we got the draughtproofer out. He comes for 75 minutes and you don’t pay for that time, only for any supplies he uses. He stuck rubbery draughtproof stuff to the frames of our front and back doors and installed a fancypants draughtproofing thing on the front door, for which I paid a whopping $32.50.
We spent all weekend moving the bookshelf that has lived in front of the French doors in the dining room since about 2003 (possibly before – I think it pre-dates Otto) so that they could be draughtproofed too, but it turns out they don’t really need it – a pair of door sausages will do the trick there, especially as we rarely open the doors.
Now that there isn’t a bookshelf blocking them, we might open them a little more, it’s true. I’ve already opened them two times today – which is probably about 2 more times than I have in the last 10 years. Otto insisted in coming in via them after school today.
Anyway, here I am, on the sofa. Draughtless. Yay, hippie inner-suburban council and its eco-friendly schemes.
I’m still not sure about organic apples, though.