Another slow winter's day

It is dark and drizzly outside. But Gloria and Emma are both still asleep, after one hour! What an amazingly rare treat, like seeing a panda in the wild. This good news is offset by the fact I haven't had any running water since 9.30 this morning. Because I can't do any laundry or make a cup of tea I've just been indulging in one of my secret fetishes to cheer myself up: reading cook books in bed. (Today it's Nigel Slater: the kitchen diaries.) Damson crumble; roast goose; unpronounceable South East Asian sauces - welcome to my inner life.