Coldest night of the year so far with the temperature dropping to minus 8°C outside. Not as cold as it can be of course (regular readers of this rubbish will recall out minus 16°C a few years ago) but still cold enough to drop the temperature in the living room downstairs to minus 1°C. No wonder it was only 12°C in here when I woke up.
Temperatures actually stuggled into the positive figures in early afternoon, but it didn’t stay like that for long and when I did the stats it was minus 3°C outside. Winter is still here.
as for everythign else, it was just like Sunday – mainly because it is Sunday. I’ve done absolutely nothing at all – not even made any tea due to the fact that I had a veery late lunch. And that’s all there is for today.
Tomorrow I’m back at work, and having finished the window I cans tart on emptying the bedroom and filling in the joins in the plasterboard. A few days of that and I can start on the wardrobe.
