The thing I hate about getting up on cold mornings in this house from my toasty bed is showering. When it's freezing in the room, I usually like it, the nice fresh clean air. But our shower stops me wanting to get out of bed.

When you first turn it on, the water flow is cold, especially on a cold day when the air outside cools the pipes. So the bottom of the bath fills up with horribly cold water before the hot starts to come through.

Not wanting to wait for a couple minutes, wasting time and water, I get in straight away. And the cold water gets all over my feet. And I shiver, and the hot water doesn't heat me up enough, it doesn't get deep into the skin.

I'm sat in my towel at the moment, because my feet are too cold and numb to put socks on. But I guess I should get moving, otherwise I'll not get to the Alley to meet Clare and thus be late for the conference committee meeting.