In an effort to singlehandedly address climate change and to prove, once and for all, that I’m an Uber-Stoic, I had made a vow to myself to not turn the central heating on until at least the end of October.
October came and went and we were un-artificially heated. The Plague Blanket was utilised a couple of times, but we mostly survived with cardigans and hot drinks.
The first week of November rolled by, fairly warm by northern hemisphere winter standards…so still the heating remained off.
Unfortunately this now means I am in the ridiculous mindset that not freezing to death in my own living room is some sort of failure.
I think I may well have to admit defeat and turn the heating on this week, before my nose drops off. I was raised to be a spoilt Westerner and not once did I trudge 5 miles through snow to get to school.
Please don’t judge me too harshly.