Icicle Fingers
Too cold to type. Central heating has been broken for the past three days. Really broken - pump, valve and boiler and it will take about a week to get the parts in sort of broken. Thank goodness for the coal fire in living room. No coal, however we found that Ikea dining chairs burn very well if somewhat quickly (I kid you not). Writing this while wearing two jumpers, woolly tights, a thermal vest and wrapped in a blanket. F wandering round in hat, scarf, and my grandads Aran gardening cardie. The real Hendrix Cat has come off the best of us all - not only does she have her own fur coat but having taken pity on her pathetic staring at the radiator I put my Gizzit* flying jacket - sheepskin lining uppermost - on the spare bed and, once she settled on it pulled the other half over her. We can see our breath, are dreading taking a bath/shower because of the horror of stepping out of it and have already had several bloody battles over who gets the hot water bottle first.
This is just like being at home in Newcastle.
* Translation - a Gizzit is something you acquire from a poor unsuspecting individual by means of quite boldly saying ” I like that - gis it” In this case it was Herebe’s but, like most things, looks far far better on me.