It has been unseasonably cold in London this week (read 30s and light snow,
instead of 60s and rain), and it's Wednesday, so of course I'm at work.
There is nothing I would rather do today (or most days) than curl up on my
couch with my duvet, a big mug of tea and a book (or a few).
I admit that most days there's nothing I would rather be doing than reading,
but today it sounds particularly luxurious.