Yes, that cold....
Took the bus into the city, only to discover that yet again, the French bakery had forgotten to put aside my order.
Now, they had written it into their book last Saturday when I collected last Saturday's bread - usually, I phone them in advance on a Friday to ask them to keep stuff for me, - but today, I thought as I had confirmed it last Saturday that everything would be fine.
Mortified, they offered a free loaf (not what I had ordered, but, never mind, it is French bread, and I am happy) by way of apology, and, in front of my eyes, two of the staff made certain that next week's order has been written into the order book.
Got some double cream in M&S (with an expiry date that is quite close, so I shall trot in during the week to get some more), and collected my organic milk.
So, I am at home now, (rather than brave waiting for the bus in freezing temperatures treated myself to a taxi home, the lovely Pakistani driver was attired in an immaculate shalwar kameez), and have since salted the driveway and outside footpath, plus prepared a mug of coffee.
Thus, mug of coffee to hand, I am relaxing and browsing the online world.