Last week my sister, Soaky and I had coffee and doughnuts in honour of Twin Peaks. I watched the final episode a couple of nights ago, need I say devastated? COOPER!
The prediction of blizzards hasn't come to fruition but I still find myself wrapped in the thickest fisherman's jumper, the colour of seaweed green and herringbone knit. There is no heating. Cold water falls upon cold hands and I can't eat enough warm, milky porridge.