I'm bloody freezing. Mr Oubliette has man flu. Baby Oubliette is master classing tantrums.
And with no Poetry Bus to force me to write, I'm not creating anything.
Other than resentment.
I need to go to the shops. With man-flu victim at home, I can do this without the company of crazy baby diva. But, it's only the heat from the (now fixed) laptop battery that's keeping me warm. If I throw off my electronic hot water bottle, then I'll freeze solid. And that's before I even leave the house.
Truly, I have a difficult life.
And maybe I'll even shop unwisely if I ever get to the shops because I'm feeling cold. I might buy chocolate. And cake. And biscuits. My body crying out for the energy they'd provide, to warm me up. Ruin the diet that's only about three hours old.
Any tips on how I can resolve this incredibly awful dilemma will be gratefully received.