Still no more snow, but that didn’t stop Mother Nature and the Ice Witch from causing mischief.

All the snow which was pissed from the sky the other night has now frozen and made the roads and pavements a treacherous ice rink.

Again, only one colleague managed to join me in work today, leaving a team of just two. Two very nearly became one, when on my journey home I slipped on some ice (or the world’s smallest banana skin). Had my balance not kept me on my feet, I could have broken my leg, or at least raised £250 from You’ve Been Framed for anyone who happened to be filming me.

I am now safely home. However, how much warmer it is inside my flat compared to outside is questionable. The radiator in my front room doesn’t appear to be working very well. While warm, it is not producing the boiling inferno-like temperatures required to stay comfortable in these Arctic conditions. I think it may be time to call the landlord (again).

I am now off to bed. To avoid a heating bill to rival the third world debt, I turn the boiler off at night. To prevent me dying of hyperthermia in my sleep, I will be wearing half my clothes. That’s right – nearly the entire contents of my wardrobe. 3 pairs of socks, pyjamas, tracksuit bottoms, 2 t-shirts, a Leeds United training top and a South Park hoodie. I won’t wear any gloves or a hat, as I can brave the cold ‘cos I’m ‘ard.