First signs of Jack Frost

Woke up early and went through my usual morning routine, only to notice that the water pressure was suspiciously low. Realising the shower was unlikely to work, I warned A about the problem, kissed her goodbye, chucked my washing kit in my bag, and dashed off to the office. After having a shower there, I emailed the landlord about the problem and got on with my day.

I got a quick response from the landlords saying that some of the others had also reported a problem with the water and, as I suspected, the inlet pipe into the building had frozen in the cold overnight. By the afternoon, A reported that the water was back on — the daytime temperatures had clearly been enough to thaw things — and the landlords had been round to apply more lagging, in the hope of preventing the problem from happening again