Damn it's cold.

No snow yet to speak of, just a dusting on the highest hills. But damn it's cold.

Which of course means... our central heating decides to die.

Damn it's cold.

Fortunately we have our wee stove. The flames look quite normal in real life but in the very exciting can't be arsed moving from the sofa blip the glowing coals have gone all pink, which is a bit odd.

Before we go to bed tonight we will bank it up, turn the damper down (or is it up?) and cross our fingers that it will still be glowing in the morning. That way we will be able to huddle around the stove and eat our porridge.



OK, OK... I don't like porridge but to say 'cornflakes' kind of spoiled the moment.



Damn it's cold.