Good morning??

A decadent breakfast of strawberries with dark chocolate starts my day off well, and I contemplate the frosty cast to my window with a philosophical glint in my eye. The sky is clear and blue, and I feel benevolent. That is before I check the weather....

1˚ C (feels like 1˚C). Gak! It's freezing!!! The glint of philosophy is replaced by a shiver that rustles it way all the way down to my toes snugly encased in fluffy slippers. My mind darts around in panic as my arm reaches for the thermostat. Is there anyway I can avoid leaving the flat?? The traditional 'work from home' is always an option, but I have to pick up the Chilean visa and as if I wasn't being punished enough, I'm meeting Emma for the tennis tonight!

Wardrobe check. Time to delve for the polar costumes!! My preoccupation with the dire state of the weather is fragrantly interruped by the aroma of Thai herbs.... Fuck! Lunch! I rescue the rice from the fate of a mud pie, and save the prawn curry from premature evaporation... naturally, as Murphy and his ilk dictate, the rice is perfectly fluffy, each grain flaunting it's personality. The prawn curry however, has turned into a weapon of mass destruction, powered by 2 cunning red chillies that snuck past my viligant guard and are now on their way to a liaison with 24 virgins in heaven....