Sometime within the last fortnight John had a letter in a brown envelope from the tax man.

In accordance with his normal method of resisting bad news, he stuffed it in a drawer and tried to forget about it, but he was unsuccessful because it gave him nightmares.  Finally, on Saturday morning he screwed up his courage to open it and found not what ( Read more... )

After 3 days of shivering at 59F, we've reluctantly turned the heating back on as the house is beginning to smell damp and it feels colder than 59F really is.  Even Charles is cold and the cats keep wanting cuddles.