(I know, I should be glad I'm not in Maryland... though I bet your house is better insulated.)
Woke up this morning and my feet were freezing. The only patch of warmth was where my body had been in the bed, and I didn’t want to venture outside it. This house is so old, cold and drafty, and we can’t afford to have the heating on particularly high or for very long, so when the weather’s like this it’s cold when I wake up and cold when I get out of bed.
This evening I’ll light the fire in the sitting room, listen to the Friday play and do my cross stitch. Or maybe I’ll listen to some music and read – this week’s New Statesman, and/or the book group choice, the biography of the Victorian naturalist, PH Gosse. Or probably I’ll just fall asleep on the sofa (after a home-cooked lamb curry and a couple of proper dry martinis, ie lots of gin!)
This girl sure knows how to live it up!
2005-11-18 @ 16:38