Was anybody else sae cahd in the wintah they'd wake up i' the mornin' wi frost in tha hair?

Never experienced that, Paul, but I was often subjected to a very strange hair-drying procedure so that my newly washed hair would be thouroughly dried Before going to bed (That's probably the reason I never experienced frosty hair). I had long hair which my mother dried by ironing it between two sheets of newspaper. I had the tops of my ears 'singed' (there's a Lovely Word) a few times. Was this perhaps the fore runner of the modern day Electric straightening tong?

The hair never stayed straight for long.

Damp air and cold created their own version of style for me.

Still do !

I remember my Mum drying her long hair in front of the open fire.

 

It always was cold back then as so few of us had central heating;  I think that only became wide-spread in the 70s when North Sea gas arrived. As a kid my bed was always piled-up with extra blankets and an old eiderdown and heated by hot breath ... head under, deep breathing.

At least five blankets, a duffle coat, thick socks, two hot water bottles (one for feet the other for tummy) and the lucky one got the cat cuddled up on top of you head.

Stone hot water bottles that had been warmed by the fire.

They stayed warm all night.

The weight of blankets was sometimes a little too much.

Quilts made a difference.

Embroidery stitched they could be elaborate and beautiful.

Sometimes me dad would put his police cape on top of the blankets to keep me warm. I still have the cape.

Oven shelf wrapped in a blanket was the usual hottie for me.

Just leave they heating on & shut the windows