Last night, just before going to bed, I switched on the gas heater and sat in front of it reading a book for 15 minutes. And in that time, the temperature rose from 10°C to 13°C on the thermometer right across the room, but it was roasting where I was sitting. And I was able to go to bed nice and warm.
Even better, it was one degree warmer next morning when I awoke, which was rather … errr … later than I had intended it to be, even with all of the alarms going off.
Mind you, I probably hadn’t returned from my nocturnal ramblings at alarm-time. I’d been to Stoke on Trent to meet a former friend of mine and we had to deliver some messages from an Accountancy firm to about 20 of their clients, But I had forgotten the name of the Accountants. No matter, I thought to myself. I’ll look at a map where all of the Accountants’ offices are all displayed and labelled, and I’d soon recognise the name. However I hadn’t counted on the fact that there were so many accountants labelled on this map that all of the labels overlapped and I couldn’t read any of them, never mind recognise the one that I wanted. And then we degenerated into part of a journey that I’d been on before on another nocturnal ramble where I was out on a part of Stoke on Trent that I know very well both in real life and on the nocturnal plane when it is in fact completely different. It’s been quite a while since I’ve been on an overlapping nocturnal ramble but the fact that they do exist helps to prove one of the points that this study – the one in which I participated – was trying to make all those years ago.
After breakfast I had another go at the radio programmes and I’m making progress. Not as much as I would like but progress all the same. I’m going to have to get my skates on.
And that’s all I’ve done today. Not very much, I know, but I can’t organise myself sufficiently at the moment and I’m going to have to do something dramatic about this.
