Yesterday when I got into the car to go to work it was -5oC. When I got to work it was -1oC...inside. The brand new heating had failed and it was parky to say the least until they got it operational again.
Today it was much the same outside but much better in! I am fed up of being cold, even taking into account that I prefer winter on the whole. Come on, sunshine, we're waiting. You can start by melting the snow then getting the flowers to come out and the trees to produce some leaves.
Boys' cooking again tomorrow. This time a Full English fry-up. I am dreading the clean up operation afterwards. All that frying spells disaster, that and a lot of pans. Apron and rubber gloves are going in my school bag. Having said that it never seems such a chore cleaning up anywhere other than at home. Does anyone else find that?
Same goes for decorating someone else's house or doing their garden. Maybe it's just familiarity breeding contempt. I am contemptuous of my own housework.
