Frank, London14 January 2011
I don't want to recollect all the cold flats and houses I've lodged in.
There was my parents' home where I and my sisters stood around the electric fire in the mornings before we scampered into the even colder bathroom to wash for school.
Then there were the countless student flats I rented, where sometimes it was just too cold to work on my drawing board.
Even today, my girlfriend's flat is so cold I awake with cold ears and a pillow you don't want to turn over. And the damp in the bathroom after a shower lingers for hours afterwards.
The only release at present is the hope of summer.




