The year of the mottled boar

I can imagine a time several centuries ago, when people lived in probably the same buildings I’m staying in now, but did not have the added luxury of a heating system. Basically, you lit your flat on fire if you wanted to stay warm for the evening, or you lit nothing if you wanted to stay out of the wind the next day. Historians have probably been mistaking this period for the ice age the whole time, which is why all this doomsaying is pointless.

Unfortunately, Brittany and her flatmates have not yet turned on the heat in their flat, because they’re students and hey, heat costs money. I guess I can’t really blame them except that I can see my breath indoors. Last night, in order to stay warm, I slept in a wool sweater, gloves, and a sleeping bag wrapped in a down blanket. Yipes!