Well, the weather has been a bit miserable. Without the sun streaming in through the windows making the place like a greenhouse, and with less residual heat from the neighbouring flats for some reason, I might finally have to learn how the electric heating works. I already know how to twiddle the knobs on each electric heater until they heat up, but there’s a little programmable control panel I’m intimidated by.
Seen the parcel delivery dude a bit more than usual, by which I mean two or three times over the last few weeks.
One thing I ordered was some socks which, as far as I can tell, were inexplicably delivered to a building on a distant industrial estate… very strange.
Another was a “recipe box”. You know the deal: pay a startup quite a lot of money (although you’ve probably got a discount code) and receive a box of just the right amount of individually packaged ingredients to cook some adventurous recipes. Well, I have no regrets – the food was tasty and I’m sure I’ll find a use for the woollen insulating packaging – but I won’t be letting my subscription go on that long because come on. (Maybe I’ll try some of the other different companies’ introductory discounts.)
It occurred to me that I would like to eat a mince pie. And, actually, apparently there are already some mince pies being sold in some shops. But I haven’t seen any (or jars or mincemeat) yet.
My cultural highlight of the week is this extraordinary interview with Claudia Winkleman. Who knew the erstwhile presenter of Liquid News would be so anti-liquid?