Here I sit feeling like a bloated wee beach ball after a very long weekend of indulgence, wondering why if i feel soooo fat, why am I so goddamn cold? My trusty iPhone informs me its 1 degree celsius outside and the heating at work has been off all 4 days of the weekend, half the radiators don’t heat fully and the 1st floor (where my desk is situated) has windows on 3 sides. None of the windows are double glazed and the wind just breezes on through. My hands are cold, my nose is cold and my body is also a bit cold despite having put my coat back on…
I can only hope that this cold snap does not last through till April. April 1st is my designated ‘get my lazy arse back on a bike’ day. There, I’ve commited to it in writing – no excuses!
