Being Captain Scott.

I posted this once before, but I'll bet nobody watched it. Well, you should now because it saves me explaining what it's like being in my house at night at the moment. The wind tone is about the same, and the flapping bits of tent look familiar.

I got woken by the cold last night, and ended up wearing socks in bed! That's my first reason to be ashamed.

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I haven't written anything tonight because I've been engaged in trying to solve a problem. I did it eventually, and was very pleased with myself. But then it occurred to me that the solution was glaringly obvious and I should have got it first off. That's my second reason to be ashamed. I'm blaming the cold.