Typing in Gloves.

I just went outside to turn the heating on, and I couldn't find any shoes, so I just kept my slippers on and wore my dads.
It's still snowing.
I also took a photie of this beef icicle outside the hall window.
Massive!

Anyway. It's a bit chilly. Do you ever think when you're nice and toasty and warm in your bed, normally just before you have to get up, that you could never imagine being cold again? And then after, you are. Eurgh. That's just how it is.

Life with gloves on is twice as difficult as normal life.

Anyway. About that revision..