WHY’S IT SO BLOODY COLD!
Yes, I know it’s winter, but even so. I’m freezing and only have a halogen heater to warm my poor old bones. When I’m rich and famous, the first thing I’m going to get is central heating and a super duper electric blanket.
I’m sitting here, teeth chattering, wrapped in my dad’s old dressing gown, a pair of thick socks, slippers and a scarf, very attractive – not.
My nose keeps running and my fingers are stiff, but with my new found, New Year’s optimism I’m bearing in mind that spring is on its way. Already the mornings are getting a little bit lighter and the evenings too. So I’ll stop moaning and put on my happy face.