The brrr begins

19th November 2008

And the cold shot in like a cat through an opening door.

Not much warning, just a sharp drop in temperatures and suddenly strangers are remarking to me, 'It's cold today, isn't it?'

The other night, I opened the wardrobe doors to be greeted by a draught blowing from inside.

The obvious thing to do would have been to get inside, close the doors after me and see if the draught led to a faun with an umbrella.

But to do that, I'd have had to remove two suitcases, several plastic drawers of clothes and an ironing board.

So I didn't go. Besides, when you're ping-ponging endlessly between work and housework, the only fauns you're interested in are those who will help with the ironing.