“It’s not a cold house”. Yes, my crazed landlord, it is. Or rather, when it’s cold outside, it’s also cold inside. I know it’s been one of those years that has shown a callous disregard for logic and truth, but as a Nobel prize winner once sang, you don’t need a weatherman to know which way the wind blows. The answer is “through the poorly-sealed double glazing and all around the house, as almost none of the internal doors shut properly”.