Stuck inside with hideous cold, last night when I did sleep I dreamed of huge lists of numbers rising up at me and spreadsheets which locked up the data.

At one point I had on fleecy pjs, the winter duvet, two blankets, two hot water bottles and I still could not get warm.

My talent for rhetorical hyperbole is legend, but that one’s true.

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