Friday 1 October 2010

Warm Heart

Winter is not yet upon us, so why am I making use of a piece of equipment designed to help Antarctic explorers type up their diaries when it's -20°?

At the moment I am totally deprived of fingerspitzengefühl (in the literal sense, not the figurative—there's nothing wrong with my strategic intuition). This is caused by peripheral neuropathy; it may not be permanent but means that at present my hands are cold and my fingers are numb. My friend Grumio (the Bruton Boulevardier) has very kindly sent me a pair of Heating Gloves; plugged into a USB port, these suffuse my hands with a pleasant warmth. This is not only comforting but enables me to achieve my normal level of clumsiness in bashing the keys.

This post must be a short one. Like Captain Oates, I have to go outside and may be some time.

3 comments:

Grumio said...

Unlike Captain Oates, we rather hope you return in no longer than five days, in time, at least, for the next post.

Gemini 2 said...

I hope these warm gloves do not melt the ice in your gin and tonic too quickly, that would be a shame!

Tony said...

Oh no, the gin goes down before the ice has time to melt.