Late Night Thoughts

After the dinner, Ernest retreated to his bedroom. He walked towards the table where he left his notebook as there's another thing he'd want to introduce in this estate. And that was the central heating.

Currently, in this season, the temperature is mild but when extreme seasons such as summer and winter come, it'll be difficult. Sure he had adjusted during the time they lived in their old home. 

If he was already paying for a large estate, then he might as well make it comfortable.

So a central heating is necessary. 

He sat on his chair and opened the notebook.

He flipped to a fresh page and took his quill.

Then paused.

Actually...

This needed improvement too.

Quills.

Ernest looked down at the feather resting between his fingers.

For centuries, quills had served humanity well.

They were cheap.

Easy to produce.

Easy to replace.

The problem?

They were annoying.