The pavements one side of the street have a boiled sugar-like crust of ice. On the other it has gone. The frying pan has given up being non-stick, four curtain hooks have broken, and the door handle to the sitting room is stuck open. Two avocado pears are ripening in the vegetable basket and the white azalea on the dining table struggles for life. I have bought a stylish (old) anglepoise lamp. It puts things in a new light.