My bedroom in the flat has become my cave of warm, from which I venture only to forage for food, or to bury my waste somewhere in the icey tundra that is the rest of the house.
Seriously, I went out just before to get a cup of tea, and I can see my own breath steaming in the kitchen. Does this seem woefully primitive to you? I live in a first world country, and yet my otherwise fairly charming colonial style student flat has all the insulation of a pair of fishnet stockings.
Don't even mention taking a crap. It's so cold in the bathroom that I'm in danger of creating some kind of turdsicle that gets stuck to me and has to be broken off with a chisel.
