A couple of
weeks ago, a friend of a friend, after having
had a quick peep into my now petty bare flat with a broken boiler for the third
winter, said, “I wouldn’t want to have
my dog living here. How can you live like this?”
Now that the
temperature has dropped another 10 degrees celsius to nearly zero, I can feel
the chill to the bone. The little electric
heaters get lost in this big open warehouse space with high ceilings.
I am grateful
to all of my friends who have given me and/or offered me shelters in these challenging years. At least, with my
cats gone, I don’t have to worry about them shuddering in the cold on the
electric blanket.
And if this
cold doesn’t kill me, what else will?!
Indeed, I
might have become a penguin.
