The last two weeks have continued cold, possibly even colder than the previous two. To add to the joys we've had freezing rain and sleet on and off.
Games have most definitely been off. Even the cats have refused to go outside and there is no point attempting any serious gardening, although our Siberian kale has sprouted. (The Tuscan kale also sprouted a few days after the Siberian kale, but grudgingly and reluctantly. Of the chard and beetroot, there's no sign, we need a few days of sun and comparative warmth.)
It's been the sort of weather where your inner child hopes for snow, if only for an hour or two, but instead we have days of depressing wet chilly greyness.
Talking of snow, apparently they did get a dusting up at Stanley, but it had all disappeared by the time I was up at the Athenaeum yesterday putting in an hour or three on the publishers list.
It was however cold, so cold that even at midday the wash hand basin in the outside public toilet was still full of ice.
Other than that I've done very little other than go down an internet rabbit hole in pursuit of some anarchists who cycled across Europe to beg a meeting with Tolstoy.
As in all of these stories there is a nugget of truth - the anarchists did meet with Tolstoy in the middle of winter, but it's unlikely in the extreme that they rode their bicycles across Europe in a freezing winter to get there.
I'm still trying to get my head around Constance Garnett and her involvement with the Russian exile community, and had been researching Louise and Aylmer Maude, who as well as competing with Garnett in the translation of Tolstoy's novels, were Tolstoyan utopianists, and had more in common with William Morris's idealistic view of a world dominated by small self governing communes of artisans, rather than the more classic form of state capitalism envisaged by the Russian revolutionaries of the 1890s.
It was while researching the Maudes that I came across the loopy tale of the bike riding anarchists - it's the sort of footnote to history one wants to be true, even if it can't be.
I also had a little triumph as regards home maintenance.
I was cooking dinner while J was in the bath, and I heard a shout. The bath tap knob had fallen off when she tried to turn it off - we have one of these multi degree of freedom taps - left right for hot cold and up down for on off.
I pushed the knob back on and that at least let us turn the tap off.
On inspection I found that if you unscrewed the adjustment lever from the tap boss there was a little otherwise inaccessible grub screw that had slackened.
The screw needed to be adjusted with an allen key.
Now I had plenty of allen keys from assembling flat pack furniture and routine bike maintenance, but they were all too big, but fortunately I found one of a fine enough gauge in a box of left over computer spares, and once I had an allen key that fitted, it took only a minute or two to disassemble the tap, remount the knob and reassemble the tap.
Job done.
And I felt extremely pleased with myself for fixing the problem.
Now, we have the same tap in the main shower and the little guest shower in our second bathroom, so I've invested in a set of allen keys, so that if it happens again I won't need to spend half an hour furiously scratching about looking for a hex key that might fit ...