"... that was the latest single from Ireland's first family, the Corrs ...."

She hit the snooze button. The only good thing about the morning so far was that she'd managed to miss the latest effort by the Corrs, another droning ballad no doubt, churned out by beautiful women singing inexplicably about not being loved. Reluctantly she broke her heat chamber and poked a foot out from under the duvet and then snatched it back again. It was bloody freezing. These days her radiators seemed to generate more noise than heat. She had a vague idea that some kind of bleeding was required, but of what and from where was a complete mystery.