Snow after fire

I wish that I wasn't just quoting The Hobbit*, though it is very cold in my flat. I returned yesterday, after taking my sister back to London; I didn't get to bed until late, and woke up mid-morning. As a pretender (with just cause) to the style of Prince of Procrastinators, I haven't got any further on preparing for my interview, but have been spending money in the sales on trousers and on a TV tuner for the computer. The aerial provided is hopeless, but my old set-top aerial for my portable turns out to work better for this purpose than it does for analogue reception, surprisingly.

This is going to be a busy weekend, I insist...

* Which I still haven't read...