Siberia

The other thing that I want to mention tonight, is how bloody cold it has suddenly become.

I thought that when I got dressed this morning, that I would be too warm.

But I wasn't.

I was cold all day long.

At lunch, I ended up in my local Cafe Rouge, sitting almost on top of the heater, clutching a hot, skinny latte.

My perfect liquid lunch.

Got back and finished up the day cold again.

Child is asleep in bed and I've been trying to finish up some work, but I'm too cold.

Solution?

A hot bath and a hot drink.

Result?

Oh so much better.

I'm warm, sort of tingly warm.

A hot water bottle is tucked into my bed and I'm about to join it.

Come the morning, I shall know better and have that extra layer on, just to be safe.

Mean mummy

Child likes her hot waterbottles.
But tonight it was like pulling teeth to get her to do anything!
Dawdler, procrastinator, both good names for her.
There always seems to be something better to do then the task at hand.
And tonight, enough was enough.
Finally in bed, with a story read, the light went off, lots of kisses and....
"Mummy, can I have a hot water bottle, pleeeeaaase??"
My answer was no, its too late.
As the door was closing, I could hear her little voice say, "mummy, if you do some work tonight, maybe after you finish your work, maybe if you have the time, mummy could you maybe make a hot water bottle, but only if you want to, maybe?"
Oh my gosh, what's a mummy to do, eh?