ice painful cold

up, get up, there is no joy in it now, it is Sunday.
The winter's cold has infiltrated the house, the heating system is fighting a losing battle.
Cold boards, colder stone in the corridor.
That stone which was cool in the summer is ice painful cold in the winter.

Get up, put on the clothes
the son is at his computers.
the wife in bed,
the cat complaining.

This is great, there is no joy and no pleasantness at all.
Just a waste of time.
And the cold is everywhere, but first and foremost in the head.

Get up, make a cup of coffee, a slice of bread.

sit at the table, read the news.
A call to breakfast would result in the complaining question
"where is it?"
why bother