Power of Prayer

This morning the sunshine was blinding.

- See?
said the Sacristan as I tiptoed across the nave at St Giles: 'It's warm now. Warm!'

- Not for me: I'm always cold here, I said, hiding my sunglasses furtively in my bag and hoping he wouldn't notice that I was wearing a skirt under my ski jacket.

I think he spoke too soon. Thick clouds have gathered and there's a bitter wind. I predict more snowfall.

Talking of miracles, I have to make the flat look habitable before my flatmates get back from their end-of-sesja holidays...