Conditions, Standards, and Being British.

I don’t know what was wrong with me tonight. The office had supplementary heat going, I was loaded up with a zillion layers of clothing, and still I couldn’t stop feeling chilled. Can’t blame that one on being an HSP, can I? Better apportion blame to the CFS, I suppose.

But they say it’s going to be a hell of a lot colder than this tomorrow night!

I’m just about back to normal again now, but it seems absolutely the right moment to post this little sketch from M&W. You wouldn’t believe how much of Captain Scott there is in me. Really! I refuse to eat sprouts (among other things) at any time other than Christmas.