I'm sitting here in my winter uniform of trousers and T-shirt, warm cardigan and thick woolly socks, plus a pair of old black leg-warmers I've had since the 70s draped fetchingly around my ankles.  And still my feet are cold.

So are my hands, my nose and the tips of my ears.

Bearing in mind the current fuel prices, I rather expected to have to sit ( Read more... )