Urrrhhhh. Cold! I don’t think I can take it a day longer! I am longing for a dash of warmth, for the sake of my sanity (and for the sake of my toes).

It’s not all bad, though. I’m home now and slowly thawing out underneath a blanket, submerged in the middle of the sofa (I’m only allowed to sit in the middle when I’m home alone, it’s one of my greatest pleasures – the sunken middle of a sofa). I’m watching the news, which is mostly sad. I’ve still got most of the Sunday Paper untouched in a pile beside me (I couldn’t read it on Sunday because I was busy finishing my book) which is tantalising. My book, incidentally, was Audrey Niffenegger’s ‘The Time Traveler’s Wife’. Suffice it to say I sobbed at the end, so much so that I even had to swap my pillows round (this is so far against the rules, my pillows are in a very specific order) because the top one was drenched in girly tears and I accidentally woke the boy by loudly trying to muffle my own sobs, somewhat unsuccessully. Dramatic/pathetic, I suppose, but wherever there’s a loss of any sort, tears do fall.

So, sobbing at book aside, there is hope! I’m warm (for now) and I’m waiting for the boy and we’re going to have some dinner and watch some telly and read some papers and maybe even have a little perusal of todays Shortlist/Stylist (gender appropriately, of course) and probably look at lots of pictures of Judy Garland (I’m admiring her lots lately because I recently picked up a double vinyl album – Judy Garland: The Hollywood Years – and it really is superb). A rather lovely evening ahead, no?