This flat is an ice box. The under floor heating is erratic at best. There is a thermostat, but I suspect this is just a trick. Regardless of what we set it at, the heating comes on at random levels for random periods of time. It usually blasts away through the night so that we go to bed freezing and wake up sweating (although all the heat vanishes by the time we return from lectures). Sometimes it doesn't bother with this, and we have to huddle around an ice cube for warmth. I think I may be getting a cold.   I have decided that the best way to understand Group Theory (the current tutorial topic) is to read 'Vincent'. Vincent may save me. It is a book that you work through step by step, hopefully understanding the concepts as you go. This seems like a good idea. I wrap myself in a blanket, get my mug of hot chocolate and read away.   After a few hours, I wake up with a stiff neck, cold chocolate and the blanket is attempting to garrotte my liver. I intend to read Vincent. Vincent shall be read. Oh yes.   Monday night is kendo night, although I chicken out and only do some kata, which is less likely to cause severe muscle pain the next day.
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