The flat is too drafty and the heat goes away as soon as the monster-electricity meter-eater is off.
Two duvets, a sweater, a coat and a hot water bottle, sleeping in jeans and a turtle neck and I am still cold.
STS calls me the "Salamander". I am reminded of W. H. Auden, who when visiting Vienna, was so cold, he took the pictures off the wall and put them on top of him. I sympathize entirely....
