It got up to minus 9.2 last night, and my fridge is telling me it's currently minus seven at the minute!
Getting back to the weird and wonderful week that it is, this morning, the toilet decided to seize up and stop working on me mid-usage!
See, I told you it was one of those weeks! You really couldn't make this stuff up. I feel like I've entered the Joan Chronicles!
Trust me, I would never opt to go out at the crack of dawn or in those temperatures, but missy is having a little jaunt before Christmas and is in London, so we had to get her packed off. It's like the time when we were in Lapland, and I went out in minus twenty-five without a hat on. You'd think I would have learned my lesson!
Sorry had to stop for a second then, as the Chinook just passed over the house, and I wanted to see it!
Well, I managed to get a lie-in this morning and then got my breakfast late, although I had a breakfast/dinner item. I had poached egg on toast which I love. We got a small poaching pan off Amazon and did some experimenting the other day to suss out times etc. Anyway, after a bit of trial and error, spitting water and burning my hands on steam, we finally got the time down, except for my toast. Anyway, today we did them again, and after an initial faff with too much water, I managed to do both the toast and the eggs to perfection. And yes, they were delicious!
We've also sussed out that John now has battered toes when he tried to save the eggs the other day.
The only other thing we keep thinking is that it's Friday!