It’s freezing cold.
It has been pissing down like an incontinent elephant all day.
It is blowing a gale, and it is grey and dismal.
It is a fucking horrible day.
So why, today of all days, do they decide to have two fucking power cuts? Not one, but two?
I have few pleasures that I require in life, and two of them are a drop of warmth and a mug of tea. And the fuckers even try to deny me them.
I can do without my radio or television. The Interweb is just a distraction. I can even doze in the dark, but I must have my warmth and my tea.