I’m thick with cold this morning, and all I want to do is sit somewhere move and warm – so I fill the log basket in the lounge, light the fire, sit on the sofa and try to reply to some of the messages that friends and relatives have scribbled inside Christmas cards.
I venture out only the once (besides getting the logs in for the fire) to take our dog for her afternoon walk (my wife took her this morning) – it feels very cold outside (but perhaps that’s just because I’m feeling under the weather) and I’m glad to get back indoors and in front of the fire.