That, or a combination of things have finally driven me over the edge. Jury's out on that one, but I'll get back to you if I fall over any conclusive proof either way.
Mary has written an eminently sensible and informative post about the effect of the cold weather on impoverished cripples. You should really read it, it's full of interesting and useful facts about the benefits situation. A not so healthy winter of hypothermia some years back forever altered my perspective on heating costs. They aren't worth dying for. Not ever. After all, what can the utility companies do, sue me for the money? Good luck to them if they try, being assetless has its advantages. Unlike being cold, which is an all round shit state of affairs. Living so close to the beach is wonderful in summer, but in winter not so much. Fortunately my lovely landlord installed a new boiler in the run up to Christmas so I've thought it best to show my appreciation by not turning it off. At all.
My very nice neighbour delivered a hot meal to me this evening. This is a good job because for some self destructive reason I can't quite remember I decided to get into the left over bread from the Best Man's visit. I have eaten lots of crappy sliced white bread and very little else since then. Gluten is not my friend, no matter how many times I convince myself it does my body no harm at all and decide to reintroduce it
I moved into the flat a year ago this weekend. I'm not sure where the year has gone. Actually I'm not sure what happened to the last