Today I could have paid for the privilege to sit freezing cold on a river in Bedford, being marshalled for a Head Race. Having experienced the Siberian winds, hail, snow, rain and sleet for free in Cambridge this morning, however, I admitted to a moment's gladness that my crew had bailed on me for the said race. Brrr, it was cold. And when no-one will peel off any layers, the rowing is *bad* as snowmen aren't renowned for their flexibility or manual dexterity. Indeed, I'll prove to you it was cold. I actually put the heating on for a couple of hours today and got the flat up from 10 degrees C to a roasting 14. Mind, I feel decadent now.