the peasants (myself included) are going to be heating their homes with clay pots and tea light candles, until the govt figures out a way to regulate and tax candles!
Scene from BECKET. King Henry has been soaked in a rainstorm and goes to a peasant hovel.
Henry: GIVE ME FIRE AND WARMTH!
Becket: You will find no fire here sire.
Henry: And why is that!
Becket: Every hovel is allowed two measures of wood a year. One stick more and they are hanged.
Henry: My Edict?
Becket: Your edict sire.