I f**king hate this winter season....

....especially when there's no bloody central heating in this house.

So I sit here wrapped up like an eskimo on a fishing trip, sat as close to the piddly little oil filled heater, which sends my electricity bill through the roof, wondering whether it would be costworthy to set the house on fire....

Makes it kinda hard for me to believe that this whole planet is getting warmer - I don't feel any warmer than I did in previous winters, that's for sure!!!

And to top it off I now have a stinking cold, with glands so swollen you could use them in a game of golf....

Like all normal hyperchondriacs I react to mild colds by taking loads of cough medicines, which probably caused me to have a couple of disturbing dreams about my ex last night (yeah, I know, my bloody ex):

First dream didn't actually feature him - just his father: I was walking out of a building with my relatives along a main road, when I saw a car that looked awfully familiar, then realised it was my ex's father's car - when the driver saw me, he did some crazy handbrake turn, then sped off in opposite direction.

I woke feeling slightly freaked out.

Second dream I find myself in my bedroom, with my ex already in bedroom - meanwhile I am at the window, trying to stop his father from climbing in through the window too - for some reason I was more frightened of his father than the ex.

After that dream I couldn't back to sleep - grr.....

And now I shall get back to warming my hands against the pathetic heater, dreaming of the guy I'd like to snuggle up with and keep warm.....