This morning has dawned bright and sunny - and very cold. But at least it feels more cheerful and my morning sprint-walk around Russell Square meant I warmed up quite nicely.
What do you do when it's too cold in your house to exist? Go out? I'd love to go to the shops or go out for coffee or something......but I've run out of money. My entire salary vanished in the first week of February: had to buy a dehumidifier as the mould and damp suddenly began to colonise previously unaffected rooms in spectacular fashion (it's been a gargantuan problem in other rooms for years.) And then that urgently-required heater. It cost bloody £65 but is just too small to cope. Wish I could have afforded the bigger one.
Sigh. Don't ask about getting the central heating fixed. That's another blog that involves a long rant about Camden Council. The less said about them the better (although can I just mention to someone somewhere that "24 hours emergency" does not equal FIVE DAYS to get a repairman out. Hello? Maths, anyone?)
Time to do some writing. My heating pad has warmed up my back nicely and the sun is pouring in through the windows. It's Sunday morning, probably the best morning of the week.
As for that thermostat: it has finally decided that it's 15C, having being stuck on 18 since September.