July 28th, 2008


Our gas supplier is raising the price of its product by some ridiculous percentage.  Time to get out the woolies.

I refuse to feed their shareholders' hunger.

Because central heating is very nice and all, but I lived the first ten years of my life without it.  Later, as a young married, I spent three years in a draughty, decaying, unheated, Victorian vicarage in Cambridge- and If you can survive a fenland winter without buffering you can survive anything.

Ailz says we can go sit in the public library if it gets really cold.