The Christmas Cactus has come into flower. It gradually turned pink, and the flowers turn out to be somewhat like turbo fuchsias. It’s most attractive and as advertised, hasn’t died yet, nor does it seem to be thinking of a Better World — it really looks quite healthy. Other domestic news: on the plus side, it’s not snowing, though the ground is as hard as a stone. The boilermen came and found an airlock in the fuel supply, so we have heat again. Less positively, I was in the middle of cooking for New Year when there was a sharp cracking noise from the stove and when I lifted the pan, I found a stress-fracture in the glass over one of the elements. I’ve had to wait for a cooker man to come and look at it, but he turned up this morning, and says he can replace the glass. Meanwhile I am having to exercise great caution because, even if I quarantine that element, if anything boils over on one of the others, there’s some risk of water getting under the glass. I don’t have the Rayburn at the moment because it went out due to the failure in the fuel supply, and relighting Rayburns is quite a business. I do seem to have a lot of trouble with stoves. I suppose it’s because I make the great mistake of cooking on them day in and day out.