Iām not entirely sure if I should indentify with Flora or Aunt Ada Doom these last few days.
No time for the computer, much too sedentary an occupation for the mini ice-age which descended unexpectedly just before the weekend.
Major central heating failure; so the best hope for survival was Movement! Dashing about, cleaning, journeys in the car; almost anything but sitting still at my desk.
I did feel just a little isolated but the house looks much cleaner. Oddly, I now cannot settle, and it feels treacherously decadent to wake up to a warm house. Perhaps we are really rather spoilt.
Boadicea's Chariot 