Feeling a bit fed up this evening which is a shame with Christmas approaching.
This unrelenting cold weather just drives me potty. I would rather be hungry than cold. Whether at work, home or in the car I can never seem to get warm. Only a hot bath helps.
At 11pm at night, the heating should have gone off an hour ago with me tucked up under a 12 tog duvet.
But I did not get home until late and after a quick bowl of tesco everyday value cornflakes, I am writing this sitting on my lounge floor hugging the radiator to get warm and dry my hair.
I am having a sneaky extra hour as tomorrow evening the heating will only be on very low to prevent freezing pipes. I stay with The Chap from Friday til Sunday.
Hopefully tomorrow it will be better as I understand temperatures are supposed to rise over the next few days.
This extreme feeling of cold bothers me greatly if I am honest.
Since a child I always have been the cold one. My hands and feet are always very cool to the touch.
My enduring memory of snowy days or swimming with friends was having a great time until my elder sister would shout
"Mummy! Quick! Abigail's lips are turning blue!"
Unfortunately as I suffered from a heart murmur, this phrase would send my parents into a major panic as if apocalypse was approaching! And I would be whisked in to drink hot tea and sit in front of the fire.
A lovely memory of family love, I agree but it seems that after 36 years not much has changed except now luckily my lips stay pink.
Ahhh well winter cannot last forever I suppose.