Well, it's a balmy 2c here, which is just as well as I set fire to the last of my furniture yesterday in a vain attempt to stay warm. Still no heating engineer. He's due 'between 12 and 6' this afternoon. If you see him, tell him to get a move on. To add to my troubles I discovered when I lept joyfully into the shower this morning that I have no hot water either. Imagine my delight!

On top of all this I have managed to incubate a nice cold so have a sore throat and endlessly running nose to add to my list of gratitudes.

Grump, grump, grump.

Thanks goodness for porridge - my ancestors knew what they were doing when they designed the Scottish diet. I'll be having a Scotch pie for lunch.

Okay - I'll go away and stop moaning and complaining now. Thank you for your attention.