hibernating

Written on Wed night...
So naughty. I'm in bed in and wearing an 8 year old Wales rugby top, trackie bottoms and a dressing gown wrapped round my head. I have been here since 20 past 8. I need gloves as my hands feel like icicles but they are peripheral body parts so who cares. I am eating minstrels. It feels great to be bundled up warm.

There are wind warnings across the UK, I am lucky that my drive home did not involve crossing any high ground or riding a bike - as I saw some hardy souls doing!I am also very grateful not to be in Somerset or the other places where flooding has ruined so many homes.

I went out for some comforting pasty goodness at lunch but came back with a cold egg butty. I blame Greggs. How the heck are the sausage rolls allowed to run out between 12 and 2? Yes they were cooking more...did I have the inclination to loiter round to wait? No. My loss.


Although I failed to comfort eat my way through the day at work, I had put a plan, or better said, a casserole recipe into action this morning in the brilliance that is the slow cooker. The scent of casserole was wafting towards me when I walked through the door at half 6. Went down a treat with some cheesy mash.

Hunker down with your hunks or your hot water bottles

x LZ