We heat in the evenings with pellets. The fire glows and brings the temperature on the first floor to a toasty temperature. At first, hiding in the tree, Jan and Simon [playfully] rejected the notion of lifting 3 tons of pellets into the house with me. But once I enticed them with promises of McDonald's Milkshake... wham, the pellets were away. Obviously, the boys were quite willing to carry the pellets in, but we writers like to embellish.