The heating remains off.
The airline texts at 4:32 am to inform us that all the days flights to London are cancelled due to snow. 25 minutes later they text to say a full refund has been sent to our credit card. Usually the notice of a cancelled flight only comes after you've driven down and checked in.
We dress in 'multiple' layers.
'The Font' deals with the cold by setting out the creche in the dining room.
This is a not so subtle hint for Angus to rehang the curtains.
Angus phones the plumber and informs him that it's urgent he come to deal with the central heating as tonight there will be two frail old folks in the house . The plumber is unimpressed and says he'll be here on Wednesday afternoon. Angus puts the phone down and mutters some decidedly unPresbyterian sentiments. '' Who are the frail old folks ? " asks ' The Font '. '' Us '' I reply. Raucous laughter dispels some of the chill.
Mid morning I turn on the boiler again in the belief that a rest might have done it the world of good. It lights on the third attempt and seems quiescent until it shakes alarmingly and emits a cloud of dense acrid smoke.
I turn it off before we become an item in the newspaper.
Bob and Sophie are oblivious to the cold.
Dressed as if we're going to the North Pole owners and dogs head off in the big car. Can it really be warmer outside the house than in ? The Volvo has heated seats. Bliss.
A trip to the cheese lady ( some Salers for the PONs ) and then the fish counter.
Were avocados first imported into the UK to be eaten with Custard ? : http://www.bbc.com/news/business-42268516