Cold

We have now lived in The Shed for eleven months exactly.
Normally, living in The Shed is rather fun. It’s bearable verging on pleasant, and actually really rather lovely when the sun shines through the south-facing windows.

Today, I’m not so keen.

There’s no sun. The floor is cold underfoot, and the heating system is not up to the job.
The internet has almost given up, owing to precarious cabling the length of the garden, Sky TV is out of action and the alternative method of injecting heat into the joint – turning the oven on and leaving the door open – results in the smoke alarms going crazy.

Today, dear reader, the novelty has most certainly worn off.

I am exaggerating, of course. It’s not that bad. But I can’t pretend that I relish the thought of spending another winter in here. Not least because by then, those internet cables will most certainly have given up the ghost altogether.
Perish the thought!