It’s cold. Minus 10°C out there, so I’m told. I’m under strict instructions to stay indoors and, having seen Graham come back in all red and white patches, and huffing like a steam engine after only 15 minutes taking delivery of our new loft insulation, I’m not inclined to argue.
Thankfully, our heating system and the warmer masonry structure of the house are working together to keep the place cosy and warm. The new insulation will add to that by requiring the gas boiler to turn on less and less frequently. Like me, the house is taking a turn back to normal health.
I seem to have shaken off the ‘flu, at last. It’s taken a full month, and it’s left me pale, wan, and worn-out. Graham’s in much the same state.
“Next time I go out I think I ought to invest in a very large bottle of Metatone,” I said.
“That does seem a good idea.”
So, soon as I can make it, I shall pop over to Neath and grab a bottle. It’s a great tonic for post-’flu or cold malaise, boosting energy levels and cleaning out the gunk. Taken alongside a high fruit and vegetable diet, you can’t go wrong or, if you do, you’re fully entitled to call on professional help.
Me, I’m buzzing. A little bored being stuck indoors on these lovely sunny days and, if it goes on much longer, I shall wrap myself in multiple layers of insulative clothing and go for a little walk regardless, wearing my balaclava helmet over my mouth and nose and delighting in the breathy icicles so produced.
“Hey, look at me!” I cried the last time I did that. “I’ve got stalactites!”
“You’re a bleedin’ looney.”
“Well, yes. I do try. Constantly.”
