So I’ve been cold all day. We leave our thermostat at 18°C (~64.5°F) which is apparently ‘adequate’ for an ‘appropriately dressed’ person. However, when we’re actually home, we tend to wind it up to 20°C at some point which is a balmy 68°F, and still feels coolish at times.
Anyhow. It’s been at 18 all day, because I’m here by myself, and it always feels rather extravagant to turn it up higher for just me. Under the wooly blanket seems far cheaper. Sometimes I’ll splash out and light the fire, but not today, because I’ve been studying upstairs. So instead I’ve huddled myself around the hot-not-water-thingie. Had a few cups of tea. And actually, apart from a bit around lunchtime I’ve just been a bit chilly. Copeable with, like.
However.
I’ve just made some bread dough (for flat-breads).
…which needs to rest in a ‘warm place’ for an hour.
So on the heating goes, because the bread dough rising, now that’s way more important…
