East Wind Lament.

When the east wind blows on a winter’s night, my kitchen gets so cold that I almost can’t be bothered to go and fetch another scotch. I get over it, but it isn’t easy.

‘Why don’t you bring the scotch bottle into your office?’ I hear you ask.

‘Because I like to put a splash of water in it. It’s supposed to improve the taste. And the cold water tap is in the kitchen where cold water taps usually are.’

‘So why not bring a jug of water through to your office, too?’

‘I don’t have a jug.’