Winter is coming. And I have conclusive proof.
a) Last night I was freezing my arse off in the kitchen while on a phone call, and vowed to seek out a new battery for the cordless phone, so I can make calls from the comfort of my superheated livingroom. Or from my double-doona-covered bed. Either would do nicely thanks.
b) Later about to get into aforementioned double-doona-covered bed, it was so damn cold in tbe bedroom that I got the little fan heater out from wherever it was hiding from last winter. Plugged it in, turned it on, went to brush my teeth. Came back to find it had blown a fuse, interrupting the VCR recording The Sopranos that I was going to watch later in the week. Damn. Unplugged it, flicked the circuit breaker switch, and bada bing, power back on. Time to go heater shopping I suspect. How many amps do you need to cover a 2400 watt heater, anyway?
c) I can’t say I’ve ever been a porridge person. But having heard numerous recommendations of instant porridge recently, I had already planned to buy some for myself and try it, but the Uncle Toby’s promotional people made a pre-emptive strike and handed me two sachets at the station yesterday. Tried it this morning. Very yummy. Slightly too small for a Daniel-sized breakfast, but very yummy. And hot. Gotta like that on a cold Wednesday morning.