I walked up to the grocery store today and collected sticks along the way, for kindling. Yes, I am the crazy lady on the bus with the tote bag full of sticks.
After two freezing nights without a fire, i cleaned out the stove and the drawer where the ash pan sits and it seems to be drawing better now. It's been cold without the fire--like seeing your breath cold--so I gathered loads of sticks and got a roaring wood fire going, and then added coal. The boat is nice and toasty now.
(lovely picture of lady with faggots borrowed from Fruity's blog, Fruitopia)