STILL no gas delivery - flogas are hopeless - Ivan (Mr Bicknell) and I are set to freeze and starve at this rate! Not only this, but we still can't bring our cars down the (mile long) hill due to the fact that it is successfully masquerading as an ice rink, so morning and evening I have a long and cold walk ahead of me - up hill in the morning - of at least a 70 degree incline (!), and dark and down hill in the evening, stupidly on Monday with a huge bag of grocery shopping and post an hour in the gym - oh joy, and err, Chris Grant - if all you have to worry about is a little bit of a slippery pavement - you are a very lucky man!
Pretty, yeah, pretty tough first thing in the moning!!