It was one cold and windy day in December, when me and my dad was gathering wood for the fire. "Why can't we just buy a servant?" I moaned and groaned." Because we don't have enough money available in the bank at the moment." My mum said with disappointment. The next day the cold had got right into my bones when I got out of bed. I knew it was too cold for me and my mum knew to but there was no way to stop this dreadful weather so I knew I had to live with it.