Another look at the cold facts of canal-ing, with Ian Hutson and The Cardinal 😱
There was a spot of frost about yesterday morning.
Alright, that’s typical English understatement, it was as cold as the heart of government.
Yeti were seen to be slipping their toes into Ugg boots and to be wriggling into Duffle coats, scarves and woolly hats. The local drug users found themselves at a loss as the flames from their Zippo lighters froze solid underneath their spoons.
The Cardinal’s ordinarily better-behaved stove flue is smoking that way because I had just bunged on some fresh “coal” briquettes, some of which must have been harbouring damp. Mr Stove, generally in a good mood more often than not these days, keeps the Cardinal sufficiently warm overnight (with just one or two nocturnal feedings) that I don’t get goosebumps when leaping out of my bunk and performing my customary two-hundred press-ups, three-hundred star-jumps and warm-down stretching exercises.
My domestic first-thing-in-the-morning routine is an up…
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