Come, let us praise
the absence of central heating and television,
of microwave and washing-machine and mobile phone.
Let us rejoice
in an open fire and a deliciously cold bedroom.
Let us glorify
the kettle upon the fire and the absence of running hot water,
the pleasure of washing clothes by hand in the water boiled on the fire
(but only after a long time on my body).
Let us delight
in making jam in a rather cold kitchen.
Let us mourn
the death of the beautiful big brown rat in the trap.
Let us praise
and electric blankets
and electric footwarmers
which use so little electricity.
And, O beloved, let us rejoice that we do not live in a city.