Cold In My Bones
This mornings edition of
So I have made three trips upstairs with supplies: my laptop, a tray with huuuge teapot in a cosy cosy, a tin of cinnamon stars, a cherry stone pillow hot from the microwave, and a stack of
This then is my rather self- indulgent plan for getting warm. The Winter sun is shining through old windows wet with condensation and I am wearing a thermal vest and three layers of woollies. Downstairs there is chicken and barley soup simmering in the slow cooker and here in my lovely cream bedroom I have got cinnamon and sandalwood incense burning on every surface, and a vanilla
It is my intention to warm all my senses. To fool my body into good behavior. Soon I will close the lid on my laptop and snuggle down with Jimmy the cat and a Muriel Spark thriller: a little sliver of
Eventually of course I will have to break this cosy spell and go and collect Finn from school. One can hardly expect to leave him there because Mummy is a little chilly, so yes eventually I intend to crawl out from my fleece lined envelope, to take a pine-scented bath and make myself presentable but until then I have got at least three gorgeous, snuggly hours to let a little heat boil up my blood and make these early days of Winter a little more tolerable.
If only then I didn’t feel so guilty. If only I wasn’t convinced the Christmas police weren’t about to come a-calling and caution me for self-indulgence in a season that is so very rarely about us…
You. are. so. entitled.. We all are. I love the idea of thinking of my dear English friend all snugly in her bed with laptop, vanilla candles… and the extremely wonderful sense to set a good example for all of us to take care of ourselves, take care of ourselves… Somehow I am again gathered at the feed of “she who would not get up.” I love you.
You. are. so. entitled.. We all are. I love the idea of thinking of my dear English friend all snugly in her bed with laptop, vanilla candles… and the extremely wonderful sense to set a good example for all of us to take care of ourselves, take care of ourselves… Somehow I am again gathered at the feed of “she who would not get up.” I love you.
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You have such a positively, lovely plan. You have me considering indulging myself, similarly. I hope it warms you to your tippy toes!
I try to do this but always someone knocks with a parcel or a neighbour will call. Someone will drill or bang whatever ! In annoyance I get out and give it up for a bad job ! Good luck to you though. No guilt life too short.
February in England is as you have described, only colder. Lots of hot fluids, wrapping yourself up snuggly and cosy. Keep moisturised. Pamper yourself as much as you can, I say.