I was in bed early. Well, in the early hours. Does that count? The alarm started screeching this morning at 7.20 and I ignored it until about 7.50. Then I was up, and I was dressed, and I was downstairs before the plumbers let themselves in. I don't like the idea of having workmen working in the house while I'm lying in bed sleeping. So, I forced myself to get up. I had a quick word with the plumbers and then got on the road. It's not me to be in work before 9am, but there I was. The day will feel weird as a result.

On the up side, the concept of having heating seems a good one. Last night I had to iron my shirts at my previous residence, where they get washed. While I have an ironing board and iron at my house, I can't do my ironing since the steamed clothes would just stay damp with no heating. In a few short days I will be able to bring my shirts home and iron them. "The ironing is delicious" (definition 1). This is good. I ironed 9 shirts last night using a "guest iron" and board, and quite frankly it was depressing. A bad iron and a bad board make for a bloody awful ironing experience. If you don't enjoy ironing because it's a lot of back-breaking pressing, go out and buy a good board and a new steam iron. Suddenly, the ironing starts to do itself. Genius!