Heater’s dead

The little heater I bought (20 bucks) to warm my room has burnt out already. I will ask Jeff to look at it but it is probably DED. Sigh. I didn’t notice until just now, but I think it must have quit a couple of days ago, my room has been FREEZING.

Yesterday Paul called (woke me from a sound sleep at 2 pm) and said the weather is shit but it should stop raining for the next 1.5 hours so we went to Oakalla.  Twice stuff snapped off trees and fell close to us but no harm done and then he feasted me at India Bombay Bistro where I had OKRA and chicken vindaloo. (They have an okra dish that is so good Paul and I had no difficulty polishing it off.  Kingfisher beers to round off the meal, and then Paul had to drop me home so he could go off and fetch Keith who was just back from Victoria.

Word count now stands at 6310. So not exactly a big day yesterday, but satisfactory.

I should take a walk and get cream for coffee at some point this morning.  I think we’re going to take a walk in the rain (in the novel.)