Why can't other people fix their own boilers? I look around the compact cupboard and notice one of the switches is flicked off. I shuffle my feet kicking over wellies and propped up umbrellas.

"You all right love?" a voice calls out.

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"Yes, Mrs Greendale, I'm fine." my eyes flicker up to the orange light, still flas.h.i.+ng. I turn towards the switch and gently flick it up. Just as I do so a rush of coldness goes through me fixing me to the spot. The coldness climbs from my fingers towards my head.

It's so cold yet it burns so much.