The weather outside is frightful, which makes it a shame that I don't have a fire to be delightful. I do have a small electric heater, however, and a new curtain up at the doorway, so one room in the house is periodically warm enough. When I venture outside this room I need a hat and scarf, partly because this house is really set up for summer (laminate floors, large airy rooms, etc) and partly because I'm cheap.
We have an enormous kitchen-garden room with a stone floor, and one year we made the mistake of using the spiffy underfloor heating that the previous owners installed. We're still paying the bill. It is truly a fabulous room and we bought the house because we fell in love with it, but it ain't so fab at 6am in December. Brrrr.
If the Powers That Be could just get their act together and organise some snow, I'd get a lot less mock-grumpy. Winter weather is not worth it unless you get a soft, white, silent, magical payoff. Damp, grey, cold and rain is not what I signed up for, people.
It's not really the weather, though. It's the fact that I really want to be a super-healthy eater, but that SALAD is not an appetising prospect when you're shivering. I have no problem from May to September (in fact I'm a smug b*stard all season with my water bottle and my lettuce), but once winter comes I get into a cycle of healthy - cold and hungry - stuff face - guilt trip - healthy that doesn't serve my emotional equilibrium well. I made a vegetarian stew last night that should stave off the cravings for Tesco Finest sausages and mash for while. I'm not saying the C word at all, but for the record, having an advent calendar full of very small fragments of the stuff is not helping. *flail*
I get an excuse to leave the building today, by the way. In fact, I get to go on the motorway and actually leave Hucknall. In fact, I think I may even stray into a Derbyshire postcode, although sadly not in the general direction of the Peaks or Pemberley. :) I'm going to collect an obscene amount of fabric for a couple of pirate dresses with deadlines in the first half of next year. Considering the price of the stuff around here, there's no way I'm paying them to mail it to me aswell. See above re: cheap. So I get an excursion instead, which can only be good for me.
Now, where did I put my hat, gloves, scarf, warmest coat, flask of peppermint tea...
What does "nesh" mean?